He held her waist, steadying her.“Going to move you down, yep, there.Are you balanced?”
“Sort of.”
He shifted and she felt the edge of the bottle of lube in his hand and sighed, contentedly as Zee squirted the lube into his palm.
A shiver of desire rolled through her as Zee slid his cool fingers along her sensitive skin and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips as tremors of desire flared deep in her belly.
“I’m going to do this quick.”
“Sir!”She moaned as he worked his fingers in her hole.
Her hips came off the bench, needing more.
His erection throbbed against her crack and he moved her against him, so she fit exactly right.
“Give me what I want girl,” Zee pressed a hand on her shoulder, as he pushed against her opening.
She whimpered, high pitch and needy.
“And keep your balance.Yeah, that’s it.How does that feel?”
His bunched-up shirt brushed her naked back as Zee folded over her, his hot breath blowing against her ear and he pushed his cock into her, plunging deep into her.
“Oh fuck, Master!That’s so good.You’re filling me up.”
“This is what I thought about coming home to all day, slave.”
“Me too!Yes, more!”A high-pitched whine escaped her lips as she pushed back against him because she wanted wanted him to take her harder, deeper, faster.
“This perfect pussy belongs to me.”He kneaded thrust, his breath rugged and and familiar.
“Thank you for using me!”
The words ripped from her throat as he plowed into her with a powerful thrust and his weight sunk deeper in her as he was fully seated.Then he thrust back out.
“Sir!”
Sweat broke out at her tailbone, her nipples pinched as they caught the edge of the bench, adding to the fiery sensations coursing over her body.
Zee pulled her against him, plowing into her with everything he had, and she wanted it.
“Yeah, that’s my dirty girl, so desperate to be fucked by her husband that she asks for it.Yes, push against me again.”
She cried out with shame forming a knot deep in her belly, driving her arousal higher.
Ella obeyed, letting go of her precarious grip.
Zee held her hips, met her thrusts and returned with one of his, deep and fast.
She couldn’t catch her breath, her vision blurred and when he raked his fist through her hair and pulled, her pussy clamped around his cock, wanting to take even more.
“Who owns you, dear heart?”His done dripped with a sweet caress, and his fingers kneaded the back of her neck, easing every inch of tension from her body.
“You do, Master.”Her breath came out shaky and breathy.
“That’s right.You’re not going to forget it.”He punctuated every word with a quick, sharp thrust, making her squirm.
“No, Sir, I could never!”Ella’s legs trembled, and she wanted release.
