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When a man has a body like that, and he can’t wait to have you, then you know the day will end well. Very well.
I pull at my bonds, wishing I could devour that sinfully buff body. The koi artwork on his right arm looks too delicious to pass up, but I can’t even lick it.
Seeing my resistance, he pulls the knot around my wrists even tighter.
The sensation of being at the mercy of Rob Hartley intensifies when his fingers fuss with the lace of my bustier, untying it impatiently. As soon as my breasts spill out of the cups, he latches his mouth on a nipple and starts sucking it. Then he lets his hand coast down my belly, heading steadily for my core. Never mind the destination—the journey of his hand reminds me how amazing his touch is. I’m sent to a place where senses stop making sense. There’s only one thing that rules me now, body and soul––Rob Hartley.
Bypassing my G-strings a finger presents itself to my pussy, painting it with my own juice. Then another finger comes to the party. Without warning, the two clamp my vulva.
I inhale sharply. My eyes squeeze shut, pushing a few tears out. The burning pinch sends my hips into a twist, causing me to lose my foothold. The bonds around my wrists yank my arms up as if I was on a torture rack. Squirming, I scream behind the gag. “Rowwb….” I even have to fight to call out his name.
Perfect.
Satisfaction smears his face. While his hand is still wreaking havoc down below, his mouth has moved up to my face. He nibbles my lower lip, searing it with a few licks and then clipping it with his teeth, pulling it toward him. So, this is what it’s like when Rob Hartley makes you the dish of the day—appetizing and delectable, seasoned with enough spice to make you sigh without ruining the taste.
As if running out of patience, Rob attacks me with a gaping mouth, swallowing my lips and the twisted silk tie in between them, along with every wave of sound that escapes my throat. Meanwhile, his sturdy hand slips under my G-string, yanking it down along with the garter.
He abandons my lips as soon as he catches the scent of my sex. Soon his hot tongue flirts its way into my slit. Tickles, pokes, rubs, licks––they all roll into each other, propelling me from scorching to absolutely burning.
My mouth releases muffled screams, and my knees wobble, sending my pelvis to grind on his face.
Apparently content with my agony, Rob makes his way back up. Face to face with me, he cleans his lips of saliva and whatever he had a taste of between my folds. “Time to break you, sweetheart.”
The man slips out of his briefs. His cock juts out. I’ve seen it before, but being in a helpless state seems to have augmented my perception—it’s red and thick, the veins prominent. He is fucking gorgeous! With my mouth subdued, my pussy bears the brunt of my awe and desire for his assets.
Seeing me panting hard, he loosens my gag.
“You miss me?” I seduce him.
“Making love without intruding on your mouth is not making love.” He squeezes my chin.
His tongue precedes his lips. It probes inside my mouth, searching for the spots that stir my body. He then goes on exploring until he decides it’s time his cock had a taste of me––down below.
I fail to stop my scream as the tightness of my slit nips at his intrusion. When an imminent howl is about to leave my mouth, he shuts me up by molding his lips over mine.
“My God, Rob…” I can hear my voice bouncing off his palate, like a soprano crying her heart out in a theater.
Feeling that he needs more room, Rob hugs my right thigh and lifts it up. His biceps and triceps bulge everywhere, forcing me to wrap my leg around him. He slaps my ass cheek until he gets me in the right position. He might be too big for me, but with his expert maneuvers, he’s in. And he keeps going without mercy.
The agony stretches—from subtle to exhilarating.
Rob Hartley is breaking me, and it’s magic!
The corner of the stand trunk grazes my spine as my man moves harder and faster. I shake, harnessing the pain and at the same time trying to contain the combustion building inside me. It’s unforgiving, and I can only let him know I can’t hold out much longer by squeezing every inch of his stiffening flesh. Sensing the urgency in me, he gradually slows and then withdraws.
He pants in my face. “Amber-Rose…”
I glance down. His manhood is still rock-hard, and he has put on a condom—whenever he did that.
His kisses continue—deep, but not rough, and neither is he overly passionate. In the heat of the moment, I appreciate the calm. They’re kisses from a man who means it, who says I’m precious beyond just the person he’s having sex with. I almost cry at the sensation.
But he knows his mission is only just beginning. He gathers my leg again and lifts it up. He repositions the condom a few times—it’s clearly too tight. I almost apologize for it, but he presses on.
Unable to bear his power, the coat stand tilts backwards, taking me with it. But that doesn’t stop Rob. His slab of raw muscles comes crashing down on me. We’re both horizontal, him on me, me on the coat stand, being shaken by the movement of his hips.
Watching me squirm in pleasure, knowing full well he’s about to give me one, he reaches a hand down to find my clit while still relentless with his cock. The wooden trunk abrades my back, releasing soft creaks. Both my legs are now wrapped around him. Feeling my heels dig into the top of his buttocks, he presses them to cling onto him even harder.
“Keep it tight, baby.” His pecs press brutally against my swollen breasts. He then strokes my bud with an increased pace and harshness.
