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“Why?”
I begin working the material down her legs yet never break eye contact. “Because kissing is, more often than not, an emotional investment, and my tongue,” the muscle steals a single swipe of her puffy bottom lip, “is the pen.”
Zel needily whimpers and desperately darts hers out in an attempt to meet mine.
“Feelings become involved when pen is put to…,” my body angles itself away to remove the soaking wet thong, “paper.” At the same time our eyes lock again, I announce, “I don’t sign contracts, I don’t intend on keeping, little doll.”
Mischievousness twinkles in her light brown gaze in a way that seems dangerous.
Deadly.
“You said I would want for nothing, sir…”
A tiny, twitched glare is presented. “I did.”
“And if kissing is what I want…” Her eyebrows rise in a challenging nature.
“Then kissing is what you’ll have,” I begin, tone gravelly. “But I will take you in every other fucking way afterwards.”
She immediately whimpers, which prompts me to lean in closer.
“Is that the deal you really wanna make, little doll?”
“Yes. Sir.”
My mouth smashes against hers, sealing the bargain. The gasp she attempts to give is cut short by forceful brushes of my tongue that are echoed by harsh tugs at the clothing covering my lower half. She frantically works to keep up with my pacing, my intensity, yet is left flailing, and failing to do anything other than stay pinned in my grasp and take it. Lashes given are punishing and damning. They’re harsh and unforgiving. I bend and bind and bash in a barbaric cycle determined to bruise the muscle ill prepared for my invasion.
Zel whines.
Wiggles.
Shakes her head in denial but continues to moan every time another whirl is whipped around.
The abrupt ending of our kiss is followed by the ruthless balling of her hair into one fist. Where my tongue was just wreaking havoc is replaced by the very strands, I’ve spent the evening lusting over. I stuff and stuff and stuff until what she has is a gorgeous ball-gag made of her own locks.
On a pleased smirk, I instruct, “Lean back onto your palms.”
Zel instantly obliges.
“Feet flat on the table.”
The next direction is met at the exact same speed.
I reach over, retrieve the champagne cork, and drop it into the liquid remains of my glass. Curiosity coats my toy’s face while she watches me chug back the beverage and remove the thick piece from my mouth. A devilish expression wedges itself on my face as I wedge the piece into her ass. There’s resistance. Screams from the unstretched muscles are attached to the ones trying to come from her lips. Hearing the pain trapped behind the beautiful, brunette blockade only makes my cock swell harder and me more eager to do to her little pussy what’s being done to her tiny back hole.
“Do not drop it, little doll.”
With the makeshift plug now in place, I latch my hands onto her hips and thrust inside. More howls are hidden from my ears, but there’s no denying how much pleasure she’s in regardless of what she may say. Her pussy greedily grabs me and begins pulsing in its best attempt to milk my balls dry after a single pump. I grit my teeth and hammer hard, each hit bouncing her ass, forcing her to clamp down to keep the cork in. Wetness cascades down my cock. Collects around my base. Drips past my balls and onto the pants plopped around my ankles. Both hands inch the fabric up into their possession until just the edge of it can ceaselessly feather her clit. The constant light skims cause her to buck her hips upwards in an anxious attempt for more friction yet fighting my fingers to get it results in them bruising the sensitive flesh.
Her muzzled mouth endlessly begs mercy.
Unrelentingly moans for more.
She shudders and shivers and screams as her entire body shakes to withstand every savage stroke.
It isn’t long before Zel’s angelic face is stained by runny mascara and smeared lipstick. Seeing her hair soaking wet from spit and sweat alike has my balls swelling to the point of no return. I ruthlessly bury my dick to the hilt on every heavy heave determined to have her feel me each time she takes a shallow fucking breath. Euphoric cries crawl past the matted together strips of hair to hit my ears, and I let myself go to them. Scorching burst after burst is splashed inside overpowering her orgasm before igniting another. Her hips don’t stop moving, don’t stop rocking, don’t stop coating my cock from root to tip in her sweltering juices until her tiny body can no longer hold itself up.
She crumples into a lifeless ball on the table yet doesn’t disobey.
