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Our lips touch and something happens. I want to take her hard in all the ways, but instead, I kiss her slow, coaxing her into me, even as I fuck her cunt. She moans, following my mouth, the kisses soft and sweet and dipped in seduction. The first taste’s a revelation. Her scent, citrus, spice, and something dark comes at me, something I revel in. Her mouth is sweet and hot, her lips soft. Tongue talented and the kiss draws itself out until I’m aching.
I push her back and pull my hand free. I don’t want soft or romantic. I want to take her hard. Make her come, make her mine, wipe every memory of Agnossio from her.
I start pulling at her clothes. She helps and soon we’re both shaking, her dress on the floor, panties off as she’s grabbing and shoving at my robe and PJ bottoms.
“Leave the heels and stockings,” I say.
I don’t think I’ve been this erect. I’m not vanilla in any way, but right now, I only care about her. Being in her.
I push her on the bed’s edge, shoving up her thighs, holding them on either side of her so I can look at the glorious spread that is her cunt. It’s red and swollen. Fuck, I want it and her ass. I want to fuck her skull and hold my cock in her throat so she chokes and comes while she does so. I want to eat her to another orgasm straight after that.
I want her ruined so no man who touches her can ever compare.
But right now, if I don’t sink into her, I’ll die.
I line up and plunge into her. Balls fucking deep and it’s the most orgasmic thing. The tight wet heat of her is like nothing else. I start slamming into her and her hips rise to meet me with each hard thrust.
There’s nothing like that extra drag of a cunt’s tight tunnel on my piercing. And the shiver that runs through her, along with that guttural moan, tells me she appreciates that particular piece of jewelry.
But even without it, she’d be fucking perfection.
I hold her knees apart, so she’s turned up to me, that sweet, tight cunt, and I hammer into it, making her grunt and groan. That pain-pleasure sound of the pounding is music. It shifts as she opens to me and I go deeper, faster. She’s slicker now, her cunt sucking at my shaft, and she’s just everywhere.
Staring down at her, at the red blush that spreads, the bounce of those tits with the hard nipples, the way she bites hard on her lower lip, the anger and fury and lust in her face as she looks at me… It’s all a fucking turn on. She’s grunting now, her lower body trying to lift to take more of me, and she starts to clench.
A high-pitched sound slides from her as she shudders and spasms on my cock, and I can’t help it, the head of my cock and my shaft are being squeezed by her and my balls are so tight that the pleasure just explodes. I come in her with a roar, bucking hard, grinding down into her, and I empty my cum deep into her cunt.
When I’m done, I pull out and slap her cunt with my cock.
The anger that comes over me with the aftermath of the pleasure is so white hot it almost brings me to my knees.
How the hell can that be the best fucking experience of my life? How can that cunt, this woman, dig down deep and uncover pleasure centers I didn’t know I had?
Jesus. I push a shaking hand through my hair as she tries to get up and falls back on the bed, her legs collapsing, still spread, our fluids leaking.
I should make her fucking eat it. I should make her suck the bedding clean.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I don’t even hide the loathing in my voice.
The same loathing comes back at me. “Away from you.”
Stalking over, I put a hand on either side of her head and lean in over her. “Who said I was done?”
“I think we’re done,” she says, her voice quiet, full of steel. “Move.”
“Oh no, MG. That’s where you’re wrong. We’re far from done,” I sneer. “You don’t stop working for me until I get what I’m paying for. And if you try to fuck me over, if you piss me off, I’ll force you to keep my cum inside you when I send you to my enemy.”
NINE
MAGDALENA
My head spins. He’s a stunningly beautiful man, the sex aside, his naked form art-worthy. The golden skin slathered with tribal and pagan-like tattoos, the silver nipple rings. The washboard abs.
The fucking Prince Albert piercing in that glorious cock.
God, the pleasure that thing brings. Or maybe it’s just him because Hendrick’s wasn’t pierced, and I came all over him like it was going out of style, too.
But this man, just looking at the glory of his nakedness…
