I thrust my hips.Her body convulses in sensual agony.
She parts her long lashes and reveals resolute eyes.I gentle my grip and rub the pad of my thumb over the veins in her inner wrist.
As she loosens my tie and opens the top button of my shirt, I work my cock in and out of her pussy in shallow, slow increments.
She shudders and wraps her legs around my waist as though to prevent me from moving.I smirk and pinch her nipple.Her jerking pulls me balls deep inside her.
“You’re evil,” she gasps.
I chuckle and tilt my hips.
“The devil himself,” I rumble.
Shock flows through me when she wraps her hands around my throat.I tighten my hold on her wrists, but she teases her fingers over erogenous zones I didn’t know I had, exploring my jawline and ears with curious digits.
“Kiss me,” she breathes.
I almost give in and fall for her ploy, since devouring her mouth is so delicious, but I angle my hips and grind my shaft against her G-spot.
She grimaces despite the growing blush on her freckled cheeks.
“You took my first kiss, too,” she confides.
I believe her.I shouldn’t, but I do.
I bracket her head with my forearms and pour every ounce of my devotion into worshipping her mouth.She whimpers and duals her tongue with mine, but after a few moments, her concentration breaks.
I pull back and look down our bodies in disbelief.
The minx unbuttoned my suit coat and half the buttons on my undershirt while I lost myself in the depths of her mouth, but the straps of my chest harness block her descent.
Mio Dio, she’s pure perfection.I cup her head in my hands and brush the dampness from her temples before lowering my lips to her ear.
“You don’t think this will be that easy, do you,paperotta?I can play dirty, too,” I whisper.
And I do.I tease, ravage, and devour every inch of her exposed flesh.
Annoyance flashes through me as her dress impedes my exploration, but I don’t dare distract myself by taking it off as she struggles to push my coat off my shoulders.
She writhes, gasps, and curses, her focus torn between the pleasure I build within her and her desperation for freedom.
By the time she rids me of my tie, coat, weapons harness, and undershirt, we both teeter on the edge of combustion.Her stiff nipples, heaving breasts, hard clit, and sopping pussy weave a spell around me.I never want to leave.
As she pushes my unfastened trousers off my hips, her hands brush against the raised scars on my back.
I growl and suck her earlobe into my mouth.She bucks.I wedge a hand between our bodies and circle her clit with my fingertip.
“Come for me,paperotta,” I growl into her ear.
She does.Once.Twice.
Just before she launches into a third, full-body convulsion, I lick the sweat and tears from her temple and nip her cheek before murmuring against her lips.
“Mine.”
She opens her mouth on a silent scream.
I claim her with teeth, tongue, and cock as she writhes in agonizing bliss, helpless against the waves of pleasure slamming through us both.My tip spurts my release deep inside her body.
