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He rumbled an approving purr. Deep and low, it thrummed through his body into hers wherever their skin touched, making her sex clench. Clearly, he liked what he saw, and the thought made her glad she’d worn the red lace bra adorned with black filigree.
It was a tad too expensive and ornate to be considered practical, but the way it pushed her tits up and lifted the years, made the expense a thing of little account.
Her ass also happened to look great in the matching thong, if she said so herself.
“Mmm… your tits are amazing.”
His words thrummed through her, straight down to her pulsing clit, as the pad of his thumb brushed brazenly over her breasts, teasing around her bra. Just inches from where she needed it.
“You know, I used to dream about fucking them when I was younger. I’d jerk off thinking about burying my cock in them while that mouth sucked me off, but what really made me blow was thinking about them bouncing while I fucked you. Especially when I went balls deep, and you begged me to give it to you, to take your creamy cunt…”
Her breath came in short gasps that were only slightly due to the way he was plumping her cleavage, that huge palm rubbing over her nipple through the lace in the most exquisite torture. His dirty words were a seduction in their own right. The thought of him stroking that monster while he dreamed of having his way with her. It was more than she could stand.
No man had ever treated her like this. He was rough and knew what he wanted, knew what she wanted, even if she didn’t know it. He made her feel. Made her lose herself in the moment. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t remember why she was there, or where she was, or even what had brought her to this sofa with this stranger.
This wasn’t the boy she’d known.
That boy had grown up. Become a man. A man who took what he wanted.
And he wanted her.
Wanted her so lustily, he ripped the bra away like it was dental floss. With a flick of his wrist, he discarded the expensive piece of lingerie, banished it to a place out of sight. Then the damp, delicious heat of his mouth replaced it, sucking in her nipple, making her gasp ragged breaths.
“Oh god, what… what are you doing to me…” she panted, her back arching as he brought his other hand up to cup and knead her neglected tit. Sparks and starbursts sizzled through her as he worshipped her breasts. Then abruptly, he switched, and his fingers rolled her slick right bud into a heightened state of arousal while his tongue swirled around and around her left in ever shrinking circles, until she just wanted to scream.
Somehow, Hugh knew just how to play her body like a fiddle.
Grabbing and squeezing, biting and sucking, rolling and pinching her nipples, he made her feel things…
He made her feel like a woman again. Made her feel all the things she’d forgotten in her years of captivity. Her years of bondage, in matrimony, bound to a weak, whimpering sham of a man.
Made her feel that feeling again. That slick heat throbbing so insistently down in her centre and the delicious friction that accompanied it every time she moved.
He made her feel things, and she wanted more.
“Mmm… Yeah… that’s it… fuck… you bad boy!”
The words were out before she really knew what she was saying. Almost by their own volition, her hands had threaded through his hair, both pulling him to her and steadying her as she ground her body into his.
And suddenly Elizabeth’s entire world was focusing on that feeling of him sliding along her folds, through all the layers of lace and denim, to grind against her clit.
God! He feels even bigger than he looks…
The feeling brought the universe crashing down around her.
This wasn’t right.
She couldn’t do this.
She didn’t do… this.
She was a respectable woman, a married woman. She didn’t have random quickies with men half her age. She didn’t shag strange men, even if they were the embodiment of a fucking sex god!
No! She couldn’t do this… she mustn’t … she … she … No … No…
“No!”
In other circumstances, the look of stunned disbelief on Hugh’s face as he jumped back would have looked rather comical. However, Elizabeth was in too much of a rush to appreciate it.
