latched
them around his waist, bringing him in closer, the angle allowing him
deeper. A groan of pleasure left his throat as he pounded harder.
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His fingers dug into her hips as he drove into her body over and
over again. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of her around him. Osten
craved more; he didn’t want this to end.
The tightening of his balls told him another story. Determined
she would find euphoria first, he took one hand and slipped it between
their bodies to find her swollen clit. Rubbing it as he continued to stroke
within her, he watched her as she came.
She was beautiful. Her face flushed and she bit her lower lip, her
hands still wringing out the blankets beneath her. Her strong legs
clamped around him as her internal muscles gripped him.
The pure bliss on her face and the ripple effect he was feeling
sent him spiraling over the edge after her. His cry of satisfaction
blended in with hers. Osten could feel his body pumping out his release
and he shuddered with the intensity of it all.
Limbs shaky, heart pounding, breathing erratic, Osten collapsed
beside her after he pulled out and took off his condom, dropping it in
the receptacle by her bed. He gathered her sweaty body close to his and
loved the fact her heart was beating as crazily as his was.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, his lips moving along her tem-
ple.
“Yes,” she drew out on a long breath as she snuggled in closer to
his body. “I haven’t ever—”
“Me, either, baby,” he interrupted her. “Me either.”
With a contented little purr, CJ draped her exhausted body over
his, tucking her face into his neck. She wanted more, she wanted tons
more of his touch and his love, but she was emotionally and physically
exhausted.
Who knew it was possible to have that many orgasms in one
night? It felt like every ounce of mobility was stripped from her. But,
damn if it don’t feel awesome! CJ closed her eyes and let her body begin to
descend from its pleasure high.
Osten wrapped his arms around her and tugged her closer. He
loved how she burrowed into him as if she belonged there. Well, she
does. His eyes closed as he put his nose into her hair and let her breath-
ing lull him to sleep.
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The glass shattered against the wall. And another one. And
another.
“Bitch!” he swore as he threw something else.
How dare she?! How dare she allow herself to be soiled by
another man?!
She’d willingly let someone else touch her, violate her. And
she’d seemed to enjoy it so much! Her whole face had been alive with
pleasure as she’d sat there and played with herself in front of him.
He wanted to hurt something. “You never let another man touch
you, stupid bitch!” The man in front of the monitors stood and seethed.
One fist drew back and before he knew what happened, he had moved
toward her shrine and punched her photo.
The glass splintered beneath the force of his blow. As the com-
puter generated photo of her, in an exact replica of the wedding dress
he had for her in his closet, became covered with his blood, he stopped.
He picked up the photo, wiped off his blood, and held it close.
His tone changed completely as his fingers traced her face. “I’m sorry,
baby. I didn’t mean to yell. I just can’t stand to see another man’s hands
on you.”
Looking for another frame, he continued talking as if she could
hear him. “I will have to make sure you are cleansed. But first, I think I
need to get you away from everyone sooner. You are taking too many
chances. I don’t like it.”
The man found another frame and instead of adding that pic-
ture, he ripped it up and printed another from his computer. This time
he added his own image to the photo. Putting himself in a tuxedo, he
printed out the image and placed that one in the frame. Then he put it
back on his shelf.
As almost an afterthought, he pulled open a drawer and took
out the bands he
them around his waist, bringing him in closer, the angle allowing him
deeper. A groan of pleasure left his throat as he pounded harder.
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His fingers dug into her hips as he drove into her body over and
over again. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of her around him. Osten
craved more; he didn’t want this to end.
The tightening of his balls told him another story. Determined
she would find euphoria first, he took one hand and slipped it between
their bodies to find her swollen clit. Rubbing it as he continued to stroke
within her, he watched her as she came.
She was beautiful. Her face flushed and she bit her lower lip, her
hands still wringing out the blankets beneath her. Her strong legs
clamped around him as her internal muscles gripped him.
The pure bliss on her face and the ripple effect he was feeling
sent him spiraling over the edge after her. His cry of satisfaction
blended in with hers. Osten could feel his body pumping out his release
and he shuddered with the intensity of it all.
Limbs shaky, heart pounding, breathing erratic, Osten collapsed
beside her after he pulled out and took off his condom, dropping it in
the receptacle by her bed. He gathered her sweaty body close to his and
loved the fact her heart was beating as crazily as his was.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, his lips moving along her tem-
ple.
“Yes,” she drew out on a long breath as she snuggled in closer to
his body. “I haven’t ever—”
“Me, either, baby,” he interrupted her. “Me either.”
With a contented little purr, CJ draped her exhausted body over
his, tucking her face into his neck. She wanted more, she wanted tons
more of his touch and his love, but she was emotionally and physically
exhausted.
Who knew it was possible to have that many orgasms in one
night? It felt like every ounce of mobility was stripped from her. But,
damn if it don’t feel awesome! CJ closed her eyes and let her body begin to
descend from its pleasure high.
Osten wrapped his arms around her and tugged her closer. He
loved how she burrowed into him as if she belonged there. Well, she
does. His eyes closed as he put his nose into her hair and let her breath-
ing lull him to sleep.
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Aliyah Burke
The glass shattered against the wall. And another one. And
another.
“Bitch!” he swore as he threw something else.
How dare she?! How dare she allow herself to be soiled by
another man?!
She’d willingly let someone else touch her, violate her. And
she’d seemed to enjoy it so much! Her whole face had been alive with
pleasure as she’d sat there and played with herself in front of him.
He wanted to hurt something. “You never let another man touch
you, stupid bitch!” The man in front of the monitors stood and seethed.
One fist drew back and before he knew what happened, he had moved
toward her shrine and punched her photo.
The glass splintered beneath the force of his blow. As the com-
puter generated photo of her, in an exact replica of the wedding dress
he had for her in his closet, became covered with his blood, he stopped.
He picked up the photo, wiped off his blood, and held it close.
His tone changed completely as his fingers traced her face. “I’m sorry,
baby. I didn’t mean to yell. I just can’t stand to see another man’s hands
on you.”
Looking for another frame, he continued talking as if she could
hear him. “I will have to make sure you are cleansed. But first, I think I
need to get you away from everyone sooner. You are taking too many
chances. I don’t like it.”
The man found another frame and instead of adding that pic-
ture, he ripped it up and printed another from his computer. This time
he added his own image to the photo. Putting himself in a tuxedo, he
printed out the image and placed that one in the frame. Then he put it
back on his shelf.
As almost an afterthought, he pulled open a drawer and took
out the bands he
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