| "I'd like to see you try. Don't you remember how tight I felt wrapped around your dick?" He stopped and looked up at her. "You think that's tight, you should see the grip I can get with these puppies,"she said uncrossing her legs. "You're bad." "And if you think it's gonna take long to work me up, think again,"she said and pressed the lacey material aside from her moistened flesh. She slipped a finger inside her body and offered it to him. He drew her finger in; suckling the rich sweetness languidly.That sent a whole new wave of sensations coursing through her. He let go of her hand and skimmed his fingers over her thigh. A sharp breath escaped her as that familiar sensation crept over her. "That wasn't bad but I think I can do better than that for you,"he paused and looked as though he were reflecting on their previous encounter. "Give me your best shot,"she challenged. Silently responding to her challenge, his fingers once again skimmed the surface of her thigh; taunting that impending action. His finger slowly slipped over the revealed part of molten flesh and slid through the moistened folds; reaching his destination. Contact. His finger disappeared into the juicy nest of velvet flesh and gently rested his thumb on her clit. Slowly, steadily they worked together; for starters. She grasped the comforter in one hand and the other grasped her lace covered bosom. She started to mold the pillowy flesh as he increased his motion. He noticed her touching herself; giving herself pleasure where he could. He wanted to see if she would surrender to complete posession or not. He slowed and ordered subtly,"Undo the clasp." |
| Her head in a thrown back position returned to the sound of his voice."What'd you say?" "Undo the clasp." Assuming he was referring to her bra, she tripped the push up lace open. She started to push the material away and he stopped her again. "Did I say to move it?" He wasn't serious was he? Surely she wasn't submitting to this. The answer to her question arrived as she returned the material to it's previous position. "Now back onto the center of the bed for me." She found her voice and responded,"No." He leaned up, brushed the hair away from her ear and whispered hotly,"You know you want to. Do it for me." Her mind was screaming no but her body surrendered to his whim. She scooted back onto the bed until she reached the stack of pillows placed there. He stood at the end of the bed watching her; almost expecting her to lunge at him and beat on him but she sat patiently awaiting his next order."Slip the right side of your bra off." She moved the material away revealing the tender flesh. "Make your nipple hard for me." He watch eagerly as he continued to posess more and more of her body. Without hesitation, she cupped the soft flesh and twisted the rosy nipple between her thumb and middle finger as in some sort of silent gesture telling him what he could do with his game. What was wrong with this situation? Oh yeah, she wasn't controling it. She couldn't possibly be this weak when it came to him could she? He noticed and came back with,"Tease it." "Tease it?" "Tease it with your tounge. I know you can,"he smirked. She pushed the cushion of flesh up as her tongue reached out to trip over the tightening nub. She took it one step further and manage to weave it around the firm flesh. He smiled. This was too easy."Now spread your legs." She was still battling with the fact that she was letting herself become a slave to his words. Simple commands that she had taken upon herself to do so to turn other men on. He was taking the simplest of gestures and turning them into a tool of seduction he didn't even know she would respond to. She didn't know herself she'd respond to them. "Spread em,"he ordered. She numbly followed his order. |
| He climbed onto the bed and drew her body toward his with her legs. Positioning himself between them; his body centered over hers. All that soft flesh he hadn't discovered by his own hand yet made his dick hard just watching her do it to herself. Nick doesn't deserve all this beauty in his bed every night. The anticipation in her eyes captivated him. What was happening to him? He was losing control again. Something was happening here. He was softening. He couldn't do that because if he did it would mean that he had feelings for her and....she met his gaze intently. He ducked the stolen moment passing between them and moved downward; removing the lacey obstruction from his path. He removed his sweats and found his way back between her thighs. He forgot that one brief moment where romance played a part in this game as he penetrated her; her velvet walls consuming him. Her legs wrapped around him immediately. She knew. This wasn't supposed to be intimate. Just a quick fuck and she'd be gone right? Right. At that moment, he did what he knew he had to do make their exchange less personal. He removed her legs from his waist and positioned them straight up and together in his line of view. He thrust violently into her; erasing the look in her eyes from his memory. Her cries for him to stop were barely audible as he continued his assault on her body. As far as he was concerned at this point, she was just another body built for his pleasure. She grasped onto the comforter as she continually begged him to stop being so rough. He was all soft and caring one minute and now he was commiting World War Three on her. She finally caved in and just let him have his way. What good would it do to keep fighting him? He wasn't listening. He was intent on his own pleasure. Damn! Why hadn't he tried this position before? Her body was giving into his brutal force and he couldn't contain the volatile reaction her body forced from him. Fuck! She felt even better than the night before. As he let go of her position, she curled up onto the right side of the bed. What the hell just happened here? Surely that couldn't have been what she thought it was. She was afraid to turn over but she willed herself over to find the sated look of a man she thought she recognized. That wasn't the man she saw for that one brief moment. That love that shown there for one minute was now hidden behind that mask of devious satisfaction on his face right now. |
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