“So warm and wet,” he growls.
Art relentlessly pummels through my tight hole, stroking deeper with each thrust forward. Our moans along with the sound of flesh hitting flesh creates sensual music. I’m losing my mind to this passion and I don’t give a damn. He fucks me with a ferocity that should scare me shitless, but it doesn’t. Instead, I dig my nails into his ass, encouraging him.
“You can’t come in me. I’m not on birth control.”
“Fuck that, I’m not pulling out.”
“I’m serious.”
“I haven’t fucked you in eight years. There’s no way in hell I’m pulling out.”
As he pumps his hips faster, another orgasm tears through me, causing my pussy to spasm. It’s a wonderful torment.
“Cin,” Art shouts, reaching his climax. “Fuck you for making me feel this way.”
“You could’ve just left me alone.”
“If only I had the fucking willpower, but you have this hold over me. Maybe if you told the truth, I could move on.”
“You don’t believe the truth.”
He stands, violently yanking me up with him. He tugs me across the living room towards the spiral staircase. “I’m not done with you.”
I trip several times as he drags me up the stairs. “Slow down!”
He pulls me into a scarcely furnished but huge bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the beach. He leads me to a wooden plank mounted to the wall with straps attached.
“What are you doing?” I struggle vehemently to get away.
“Don’t be afraid, little birdie.”
The big strong bastard has both my wrists secured to the straps in less than two minutes.
He’s going to torture me now.
I’m facing the wall, so I have no idea what’s coming next.
Art gets on his knees and slips the stilettos from my feet. Without the added height, only the tips of my toes touch the floor.He stuns me by spreading my butt cheeks and licking the puckered hole found there.
“I remember when my fingers explored back here in high school.” He places a kiss on the virgin area. “Have you ever had anal sex?”
“No and I don’t want to.”
“That’s too bad.” He stands.
“What does that mean?”
“You’re about to find out.” He walks away.
“Where are you going?”
Art returns, startling me when he rubs a cool gel between my ass cheeks.
“What is that?”
“Lubricant.”
“Please don’t!” I shout.
