William and his hot tea are heading my way. He is also trying to look as if nothing is out of the ordinary, like me.
I am already caught, naked and blushing, so I do the best thing possible. I lift my chin, flick my hair, and act like everything is normal. “Good evening, William.”
William walks on, unflappable. “Miss Samantha.”
I finally reach the door, and William heads away down another passage. I am all alone. After cussing all manner of bad things about the wicked bastard I am about to attack or mount, I burst in his door. “You son of a bitch!”
“Now, listen,” Harry says, turning and smiling.
“No, you listen!” I say, hands on hips, heart pumping. “You think you can just mess with me and play with my heart and head. No way!”
I slow and stare at him with angry eyes.
Harry is not doing what I expected. He is not at his desk, in a suit, and emotionless, like a cold bastard. Harry is lying back in his huge bed. He is silent, and he is smiling.
He flicks the expensive sheet back, and the best body I’ve ever seen and the thickest cock are waiting for me and ready for use.
“Get in here!”
“No!”
“Get in here, woman!”
“No! I will not,” I say, stomping my foot down hard. I start to pace, and then I start to get cold.
Going downstairs naked, alone, will be all kinds of bad. I look back at the smug son of a bitch.
I thenyell, run, and leap.
Harry moves just in time, and I land hard on the huge, old bed. He wraps his arms around me, and the sheet swings around as a second layer.
I am immediately on the softest bed the world has ever made.
The warm, wicked tease, and sex machine is now under me, and he is hard.
“You son of a bitch, you need to pay!” I yell. I am now holding his wrists and lying flat down on him. Face to face.
“Talk is cheap. Have your wicked way with me,” he says as he lets me sit on him.
I shuffle around on his hips, and his body is hot and inviting. I rub against his body and his hard, thick cock. “As if I won’t,” I say, still furious.
We slow and stare into each other’s eyes. Harry then reaches for a condom.
“No need,” I say. Harry pauses, and we share a look. “I cannot get pregnant. Taken care of.”
We did not use condoms in Japan, and I know I’m clean.
I also know he does not have sex. And he has not had sex with anyone else for likely a year. I force his thick strong arms above him and hiss out with venom, “Don’t you fucking move.”
Reaching down, I line him up. I then rub against his thick,hard cock. I find the perfect position, and he is between my wet folds,where he belongs.
I finally sit up, and Harry keeps his arms above his head on the pillow. I swipe his crown against my clit, and I do it again.
Harrison squirms, and I position a nipple in his mouth. He sucks on it, and I moan.
He moves his hands, and it’s time for another tongue lashing. “Don’t you move!”
I rise, and then I insert his crown just inside me. Inhaling, I ready my tight pussy to be stretched, and stretched wide.
