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She was tight and tense. He retreated before he pushed forward again, advancing his cause and nearly losing his sight as the tight rim pulsed over the tip of his cock.
Dorian did what he did best. He went slow, ensuring they’d both get incredible pleasure. He’d waited ages for a woman who could take him and take his desires without a single objection. The hard head pushed through the tight, tight hole. He reached around her again and encouraged her to rock the dildo in her cunt at the same time. She understood his direction.
He filled her. Slowly. He gritted his teeth. His head fell back as he tried to steady his breathing. Crushing pleasure shot through his cock.
He wanted to know what she felt.
Isabelle fell forward, weak and barely holding on to the bedpost with one hand. He heard a muffled scream as she attempted to control her violent reaction, her hips jerked backward and he sank farther, causing yet another scream. He spread his legs, settling himself for the final penetration. His cock disappeared inside, only the root visible between the valley of her ass.
He reached around her again, confirming the dildo was deeply encased in her cunt. He slipped his fingers over her labia closing her up, every inch of the dildo crammed inside her.
With a last urgent thrust, he seated himself fully.
“Tell me how it feels? I need to know.”
“Dorian.” Her voice rasped, choked with pleasure. “I can’t take it. Don’t move. I can’t…I can’t…”
She squirmed, only making things harder for Dorian. He bit lightly into her shoulder before relieving some of the pressure inside her body. She sighed and he plunged both cocks back in. Her eyes flew open and she gasped, her head lolling backward against his shoulder, her hair tickling over his body.
From inside her anal cavity, he felt the first contractions. Isabelle went weak, screaming as her orgasm washed over her in repeated, deep, muscle-clenching torture.
Dorian pumped into her from behind, still holding the dildo firmly inside her sheath. The tightness had given way to sweet, deep relief as his aching cock and hard, tingling balls got more pleasure than he’d ever known with a woman.
Shewasworth every pence.
His thrusting grew more frenzied. He tried to slow, to control his desire but waves of pleasure were pulling him under.
Isabelle’s hand pushed his away as she gripped the dildo. “Yes, Dorian. Take what you need,” she whispered. “Look there, Dorian. In the mirror. Do you like what you see? Does this bring you pleasure?”
The words sank into his brain and he glanced to his left. In stark, bold outline, he saw her witch’s eyes glaze with satisfaction. She moved the dildo in her cunt in time with his thrusts.
Inside her ass, his cock buried deep, her tight muscles contracted, squeezing with merciless pressure. His testicles lifted as the blazing pleasure spread though his groin. He couldn’t take his eyes from the sight. He pumped faster. His gaze lowered to the sight of his reddened cock thrusting in and out of her.
His release came in hard, brutal spasms. He buried himself one last time, growling his satisfaction with a long moan before he went weak, collapsing into the bed covers as he brought Isabelle down with him.
As he came around, he remembered her self-satisfied gaze as she clutched the dildo and assisted with her own orgasm.
He rolled with her, covering her with his body. He fell on her, spreading her legs wide. The dildo had slipped from her body. He pushed it back inside her delectable cunt and then he devoured her swollen, red clit. He knew how to use his tongue to master a rebellious, insatiable mistress.
She’d forget every man she’d ever been with, along with her own name.
The fourth time, he tortured her with his tongue for long stop-and-go minutes before letting her go. She uttered such foul, enticing language he nearly took her with savage domination. She was near begging—begging him to stop, begging him to never stop. She wasn’t going to control his sexual experience. He’d bring her to heel.
The fifth time, her body lay in relaxed stupor as his mouth worked magic. She cried like a newborn babe, all the while chanting his name. He heard the sweet surrender of her words, “don’t ever leave me”, “Dorian, I’ve never had such pleasure”. All music to his ears.
He nestled behind her and let her weep into her pillow. She uttered his name with such sweet yearning he could almost believe she’d never experienced the like before. The cadence of her breathing told him she dozed.
He crawled from the bed, replete for now. He washed at the basin.
There wouldn’t be a sixth time. He’d wanted the whore and her whore ways gone. When she woke up, Dorian Montgomery would be loving a desirable woman, not a practiced whore. Granted, his woman for only twenty-nine and a half days. Unless he could figure out another arrangement that didn’t cost another eleven thousand pounds.
He could get used to this—this complete satisfaction.
Dorian would coax her in ways that pleased him. He wanted her to hold nothing back, accept everything he could imagine two people could do in bed—and out—and he wanted none of her fake pretenses or whore’s tricks. He did want her experience, which he didn’t believe was contradictory.
He’d hardened again thinking about her. This time his control would find satisfaction in sweet, deep release. This time they would start building the trust necessary for a complete and full physical relationship—willing to give all, hold nothing back over the length of their contract. Oh, and he wanted it all.
Climbing back into bed, he enjoyed Isabelle’s warmth. He rolled to his side, easing her to her back.
