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“Fuck this. I struggle and twist, determined to buck him off me. I place my heels under his behind and push. He doesn’t move. He lifts me up and slowly lowers me onto him so I’m straddling him.This is it. This is what I want. This is what I need. Curling my arms around his neck, I twist my fingers in his hair. Glorying in the feeling of him inside me. I start to move. Taking control, taking him at my pace, at my speed.”
“‘You have such beautiful breasts, (your name).’ He groans. ‘One day I’ll fuck them.’ What the hell does that mean? Opening my eyes, I gape down at him as he suckles me, my skin singing under his touch. And it burns deliciously hot and low, deep inside me, and all thought evaporates as my body tightens and clenches, pining for release.”
“‘Do you want me to spank you, (your name)?’ Everything south of my waist tightens deliciously. I realize I’ve wanted this since he threatened me during lunch. He smacks me hard so I cry out, then sticks two fingers inside me. He withdraws them immediately, spreading the moisture up, over, and around my anus ... ‘I have a small present for you here,’ Conor whispers. Holy crap. A butt plug. He cups my sex and his fingers gently caress my clitoris/He pushes the cold plug slowly into me. It’s heavy. and strange There!”
“I like the feel of this fabric on you, (your name),’ he says, slurring his words. ‘You should always be in satin or silk.’ He runs his hands up and down my hips then jerks me forward pressing his mouth against my belly. ‘And we have an invader in here.’ I stop breathing. Holy cow. He’s talking to Little Blip. His iPhone falls to the floor.
“‘You have such a fuckable mouth, Mrs. Maynard.’ He closes his eyes and eases into my mouth as I squeeze him between my lips, running my tongue over and around him. I take him deeper and withdraw, again and again and again, the air hissing between his teeth. He grasps my shoulders and pulls me to my feet, grabbing my braid, he kisses me hard, his persistent tongue greedy and giving at once. ‘Wrap your legs around my waist,’ he orders. I tighten my legs around him and push against him. He groans and starts to move, really move, pounding into me again and again. ‘Yes,’ I gasp, tightening my hold on him as I start to build. he moans, grinding into me with renewed determination and I’m close. Oh, please. Don’t stop.”
“‘Tease yourself.’ Oh my. I tug gently on my nipples. ‘Harder,’ Conor urges ... I groan in response and pull harder on my nipples feeling them stiffen and lengthen beneath my touch. This is so ... erotic. My left hand skims over my sex, and I rub in a slow circle, my mouth an O as I pant.”
