He pinched her nipples, squeezed her tits. The build was insanely quick, like a race car whizzing around a track.
She climaxed, her orgasm rocking her with ecstasy while she ground against his shaft, shoving him clear to her end.
“Fuck,” he roared in her ear. “Coming so hard.”
They climaxed together while he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. Spasm after spasm of ecstasy shot through her as she unraveled around his hardness.
Breathing hard, she relaxed against him.
“What the hell just happened?” she asked.
“Round one,” he replied.
She pulled off him. On the table nearby, she collected a few tissues. He cleaned himself up, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her breathless. His tongue swept inside her mouth and she welcomed him with a hard thrashing of hers. Still kissing her, he lifted her into his arms and set her in the middle of the chair, then ended their sexy embrace.
With another condom packet in hand, he straddled the chair, facing her, and slithered his arms around her back. “I can’t get enough of you. You fuck like a goddess. I’m addicted to you, so if this is your revenge, it’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
Was she punishing him or punishing herself? This was work, work that could get her fired, work that could break her heart when the assignment came to an end.
“Lay down, drape your legs over the lower half,” he said. “I’m going to eat you.”
She did as he ordered and he dropped to a knee, so he was eye level with her pussy. With a ravenous gaze, he said, “I’m hungry.”
He placed his mouth on her sex, his hands on her tits, and he unleashed a maelstrom of energy into her. This was an assault to her erogenous zones. She started gyrating her hips… up and down, up and down. She covered his hands with her own while he teased and aroused her tender nipples.
When he slipped fingers inside her, she rose off the leather, her groans coming fast, her thoughts focused on the pleasure he was bringing her. In and out he thrust, but when he added a third finger and rubbed her clit, the orgasm overwhelmed her.
She shook and convulsed through her ecstasy until she stilled on the chair.
He stood, she sat up. Their eyes met. His lips were wet with her juices. But it was the look in his eyes that had her pushing to her feet. To her surprise, it wasn’t lust.
It was love.
I’m seeing things. The red lights are messing with me.
His jutting erection reminded her that she was in a hidden orgy room and her job was that of free-use sex worker. As he rolled on another condom, she ran her fingers down his shoulders, his back, and over his hard-muscled ass.
He’s got it goin’ on, that’s for sure.
“Sit facing me,” he ordered, his voice commanding obedience.
She straddled the chair, he did the same, facing her. Instead of entering her, he pulled her close and kissed her. An Adonis of a man who claimed her with his touch and the possessive way he held her in his striated arms. It felt like she was his, trapped in a cocoon he’d created to protect her and keep her safe.
He ended the kiss, dipped down, and sucked her nipple. Hard sucking with a firm tongue lashing. Sounds were escaping her that sounded foreign. Deep mewls paired with whimpers. When he’d had his share of one breast, he ran his tongue around her nipple while he squeezed the other.
His bobbing cock screamed for attention, so she ended the kiss and spread her legs wide. “Fuck me,” she instructed.
He was a big boy, but as he entered her, her insides expanded to accommodate his girth. They started moving as one, and he kissed her again.
Her body flooded with dopamine while she stared into his eyes. She ran her fingers over his face, sunk them into his thick hair. The more she had him, the more she wanted him. And there was nothing she could do to stop herself.
This time, he thrusted slowly. Very, very slowly.
“You’re so sexy,” he said. “I’m addicted to you, to our hard, wild fucking. Do you like this?”
He thrust to her end, stilled.
“I plead the fifth,” she replied between breaths.
