R-rated, for mature audiences!
So, where do I start?
My name is Elizabeth. I'm 26 and I'm bored as f*ck. You could think I have a perfect life. My husband is a successful businessman and he makes sure I have everything I ever wanted. But, have you...
This is an explicit chapter, There's only sex, sex, sex so if you're not comfortable with it - skip to the next one. You've been warned
AND ONE MORE TIME
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I caught myself captured between the cold glass table and a hot beautiful, sculpt body. His piercing, blue eyes held mine, eliciting excited butterflies dancing in my stomach. The feeling of excitement, desire, and the feeling of inevitable kept me rooted in the spot. No way I was gonna escape him, no way I ever would want to.
His long fingers traveled down my neck and wrapped around my throat demanding attention and obedience. His eyes dared me to define him, stop him, to pull back from his grip but I had no strength to do it. He held me under his tempting gaze completely charmed.
My body craved to submit.
Surrender...
I let out a small whimper as his mouth collided with me. His tongue swept against mine, mixing our tastes together, and a shudder went through my body. I looped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to feel him with every cell. My mind froze, but my body was acting on its own accord.
I pushed off with my hands and hoisted myself on the table behind me, circling my legs around his torso and pressing his sweats covered cock to where I needed him the most. We both groaned from the small touch.
"Your top off," His voice was soft yet commanding, and I immediately pulled off my T-shirt, exposing my bare chest to his greedy eyes.
His hand left my hip and kneaded my breasts that were already heavy with need.
My breath caught in my throat as his fingers captured my rock hard nipple and rolled it. Then his hands moved lower to my pants. I lifted my hips and he pulled the pants down my legs ever so slowly, predatory.
His hands traveled then up to my bare legs and right to that spot between my legs that was already aching and soaking wet.
He roughly pulled me to the edge of the table and buried his head between my tights. "Fuck,"I moaned breathlessly.
The feeling was overwhelming and my hands gave up under me, and I fell down on the cold surface. The cold was freezing my butt and back, but the burning desire fuelled with Ryan's skillful mouth teasing, circling, sucking on my clit was shutting it off, spiraling me up into oblivion.
The moment his tongue slipped inside me and his thumb pressed hard on my clit, I lost it. My world stopped spinning, my eyes didn't wanna roll back and open, and my lungs forgot how to breathe. That was...
Intense...
Insane...
Mind-blowing...
I wanted more!
Just when the thought crossed my mind, I opened, finally, my eyes and locked them with his blue ones, they were staring at me, almost black with desire.
"Now I'm gonna fuck your sweet, tight pussy." He said with a carnal smile on his lips. It was a crude promise that made my insides clench and a new pool of wetness leaked. That was a promise that held insane, maddening pleasure behind it.
As soon as he took off his sweats, his mouth was on me, bruising my lips with the force his hunger dictated him. He didn't want to hold back, and I loved it. I answered him with my own need and lust.
His mouth was nibbling, licking, and sucking my flash all down my neck. I throw my head to the side to give him more access. My eyes rounded and I licked my lips when I saw a full wall mirror just a few feet away.
It was an out of body experience to watch this live-porn in the mirror and to feel everything that Ryan's hands and mouth were making me feel. His hard, mouthwatering, defined muscles and fierce features were a stunning look.
I watched closely in the mirror as he picked my leg up and threw it on his shoulder. God bless yoga. The other hand was digging my hips tightly. His thick condom shielded cock was rubbing and teasing my entrance, coating in my juices. In one fast thrust he was balls deep in me, filling completely my every corner. I cried out and held on to him, scratching his back with my nails.
This was bliss.
I met his every next thrust with mine and we both couldn't hold our groans. He pushed me on my back and picked my other leg, now pressing my both knees to my chest and opening me for him completely. He was watching as his big cock was sliding in and out of me, stretching me, filling me.
"Fuck", he cursed under his breath and began to move even faster. So fast I couldn't keep up with him.
Few more long, hard, and fulfilling thrusts and we were both over the cliff. Out of breath he caught himself on his hands above me. We both were sweaty, hard breathing messes, but fairly pleasured and satisfied. He kissed me lightly one more time and helped me to stand up on my shaking legs.
Ryan left me standing there and went to dispose of the condom, while my eyes darted to the mirror in front of me. I looked myself up and down with surprise.
Now that was how a thoroughly fucked woman had to look like.
My skin was glistening, my hair was a total mess. I had hickeys all down my neck to my breasts. My tits were red with all his pulling and squeezing. I had fingerprints on my hips and tights. But all these were evidences of how blissfully good the sex was.
I saw him approaching me from behind, already dressed in his sweats. His big hands circled around my waist and slide down to cup my sex. He spread my folds with his fingers and circled my clit. I shamelessly grinded on his hand, trying to get more. I moan his name loudly and bit my bottom lip hard. His head hid in the crook of my neck and he sucked the skin there. We looked perfect together, I couldn't take my eyes from the reflection.
"I hope you're not too tired because I'm not quite done with you yet." He whispered seductively in my ear and gently bit my earlobe.
Goosebumps appeared all over my body. He smirked, not missing my body's reaction. His hand left the assault on my pussy and traveled to my hips. He smacked my asscheek playfully and turn me around to face him.
"You should put on some clothes and eat, before I stuck something else in that mouth of yours, and you will need all the energy for what I have planned for you later."
"And what is that?" Fuck food I want to eat him.
"I'm gonna fuck you till you gonna bag me to stop." His eyes held promises, promises of pleasure he would gift me later.
"That's just empty words, Mr. Cambell." I managed a smirk.
"I'm gonna enjoy fucking this smart mouth." He squeezed my face in his hand. "And you gonna take it like a good girl." He challenged me with his piercing eyes.
Blistering heat spread across my skin and I find it difficult to breathe. I wanted this man. Oh I wanted him bad.
