Alistair Scott knew how to ruin a woman with his mouth, and something told me this was just the beginning.
DOPAMINE RUSH
Vera
Isprawled across the silky bed, the cool fabric teasing my overheated skin. Alistair’s fingers slid between my thighs, breaching the slick wetness of my sex with a slow, deliberate thrust.
A breathy moan escaped me. “Again?” I whispered, my voice a half-laugh, half-plea. “You can’t get enough of me, can you?”
His mouth curved into a wicked smile as he withdrew, dragging the glistening tips along my sensitive skin.
“You have no idea,” he murmured, hands gliding up to grip my waist, tracing the curves he already owned.
“You’re like a drug,” I confessed, smiling blissfully.
“You have a perfect ass.” He massaged my buttocks, then surprised my right ass cheek with a playful spanking.
“Talk dirty to me,” I commanded.
Alistair stopped for a moment, his lips curled up into a devious grin, and his eyes gleamed with dangerous arousal. “You’re a good baby girl, aren’t you?”
“And you’re a naughty boy.”
“Bad boys like to fuck pussy,” he teased, penetrating me with two fingers. “Your body belongs to me tonight.”
“Oh, Mister Scott.” I sighed, rocking my pelvis while his fingers dipped in and out of me.
His hand slipped lower, and I gasped as one finger teased the tight entrance of my ass.
"Alistair," I mewled, the shock of it rippling through me, sharp and sinful.
“I know you love it, baby,” he drawled, spanking my buttocks hard.
“Oh, it feels so fucking good,” I whimpered, glancing up at the mirror on the ceiling. I saw an angelic man with light-brown curls, an eagle tattoo, and a large scar on his left shoulder blade. His muscles moved as he continued his magic on my body.
“Sit up,” Alistair ordered, delivering another sharp smack to my ass. “Come on, be a good girl. Let me see those tits.”
I repositioned myself, leaning forward to give him full access to my breasts. He moaned, pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“What’s this? A naughty nipple?” Alistair asked, then latched on to my left breast. I gasped as he sucked and flicked the sensitive nipple voraciously with his expert tongue.
His fingers roamed around my landing strip, rubbing the short hairs in sensual stimulation. Inserting two nimble fingers between my vaginal lips, he explored deeper in my inner walls and murmured, “I’ve got you. Play with me, baby.”
I grabbed his semi-hard length. “Oh, Daddy, you’re so bad.”
“Good girl, that’s it. You’re my good little one,” he coaxed as I worked on his shaft.
After a few minutes, my nipples ached from the roughness of our dirty foreplay, and I was ready for the real deal. Alistair’s hard cock needed a good fuck. “Are you ready for fun on thebondage horse, Mister Scott?” I asked, glancing at the black vinyl bench that faced a full-length mirror.
He sat up, glanced at the bench, and tilted his head. “Stand up, mount yourself on that horse, and get ready for the wildest ride of your life,” he commanded, grabbing the condom.
I mounted the horse, leaning my body over the vinyl fabric, while Alistair stood up and took the rope from the table.
“I’ve got you now, sweetheart,” he said, binding my hands with the rope. He looped the rope through the steel rings at the front of the apparatus, securing it, then stood behind me. My ass and pussy were fully exposed for Alistair’s eyes only.
“Ah, what a pretty little hole,” he mused, tracing my anal region with one finger, which triggered a tingling sensation in my body. “Look at the mirror,” he demanded, staring at the glass mirror in front of the vinyl horse.
I obeyed on command and watched the man in the mirror as his finger penetrated my asshole. He removed the finger, bent his head, and gave my hole a lick. “Oh, that feels so fucking amazing,” I pushed my ass deeper into his face.
