Besides, we’re still together because in order to have product, he needs to make me cum again and again in my lingerie. I spurt so much more volume when I’m with him, far more than when I touch myself. It’s the best way forward for our business. So there’s no way that we’re breaking up, is there?
Before I know it, I’m in my bedroom, running my fingertips along the black satin duvet. Not really my style, but I have to admit, I kind of like it. It gives the room a sort of dark and sexy vibe.
All of a sudden, I feel Bruce right behind me. Heat radiates from his body.
I start to turn around, but before I can do so, he pushes me onto the bed. “Bruce!” I gasp.
He doesn’t answer me. Instead, I hear his belt slip through the loops of his jeans. “What are you doing?”
Again, he doesn’t answer me. The man leans in, his body so hot that it causes beads of sweat to run down the back of my neck. My breath catches in my throat. Something’s different – very different.
He presses his knee into the middle of my back, pushing me further into the mattress.
I grunt as he handles me roughly, yanking my arms above my head and pinning my wrists together. I struggle to lift my head, but when I do, I see his belt. He snaps it taut, and I jump, gulping.
What’s about to happen?
Of course, we roughhouse a little sometimes when we’re in bed, but this is different. Now, the air around us is tense. My heart fills the silence with its incessant drumming.
With a growl, he kisses the side of my neck, roughly biting into it and leaving behind what’ll turn into dark, obvious hickies. A second later, he starts to wrap the belt around my wrists, pulling it tight and buckling it.
My heartbeat quickens.
Time seems to pass in agonizingly slow motion, but even so, he abruptly rips off my panties. I don’t even have the chance to recognize what’s going on before I feel the recoil of the elastic waistband against my skin. I yelp and arch my back, only to have Bruce press a large, firm hand against my body, pinning me in place.
And then he plunges deep inside of my tight hole. Shamefully, my body’s wet already. Even though he’s barely prepped me, I already want it so much that my pussy’s producing a stream of fluid for him that acts as the sweetest lube.
“Bruce!” I mewl, clutching at the sheets. “What are you doing?”
He grabs my hair, yanks it back, and pushes into me again from behind, groaning with passion.
From my current position, I can’t see his face, but I can hear his animalistic growls. He pants, going faster and faster with each passing minute. His balls slap into my pussy as his cock completely owns my tiny cunt. I mewl and writhe, but I’m pinned on him and it feels too good.
I try to focus on the pleasure, but Bruce is going much faster than we’ve ever gone before.
To be honest, I’m not really sure what’s happening. He’s never acted this way in the past. I place my hands near my chest, trying to prop myself off of the bed, but he tightens his hold. Even if I want to escape his grasp, I can’t.
I’m his. Completely and utterly his. He can do whatever he wants with me, and my body is his to use for his pleasure. The thought of being his fuckdoll is oddly exciting, and my thighs quiver as my pussy becomes even hotter and wetter, squelching with my excitement.
He grabs my left thigh and pulls my legs even wider so that I’m literally the receptacle for his thrusts now. Thank God I’m flexible and do yoga because the pounding I’m taking is heavenly, with my knees spread and pussy bared for him.
Somehow, Bruce manages to fuck me even harder and faster. He hits my sweet spot, and I forget all about his frenzy, overwhelmed by my own pleasure. My juices flow like a river down my thighs, puddling on the sheets beneath me. I breathe quickly, my chest quaking.
“Oh god!”
The air is alive with sexual energy.
Creak! Creak! Creak!
The bed rocks, the frame threatening to break.
Then it hits me. Bruce never took any pictures of our underwear. That’s usually our first priority whenever we make love. This time, however, he just went straight for my pussy, and he didn’t even tease me first. What’s going on? I thought there was always a business aspect to this.
As I try to remember exactly how this all happened, Bruce ravishes me. He’s moving like a well-oiled piston on overdrive. His fingers tighten around my flesh so hard I swear he’s going to leave bruises.
I can’t stop moaning because it feels so good. “Harder!” I beg. “More! Use my body like the cum receptacle I am.”
