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She panted, her back curling at the feeling of his tongue pushing through her tight ring of muscle. Then her mind went blank, consumed by the sensation of wet heat sliding in and out.
“Wow Scarlet, I’ve barely started rimming you and you’re already drenching the floor. Who would have ever guessed you were such an anal whore, and in front of the whole city, you bad girl.” He swatted her arse just hard enough for the pain to heighten the pleasure. “Just look at you, you’re loving this, aren’t you?”
“Yes! Yes, I’m a bad girl, your bad little slut, punish my little hole, I deserve to be punished… I deserve it… I… I-”
“Have the tastiest ass,” Richard growled, leaning over her, his body caging her against the glass as powerful fingers fisted in her hair and dragged her head round. Then he took her mouth in a bruising kiss, his sinful tongue encircling hers, brushing and stroking and fogging her thoughts with his strong, heady flavour.
No, not his flavour, hers. He was forcing her to taste herself.
The revelation made her core clench at the very moment he slid inside her.
“Mmm… I could fuck your cunt all day, you bad girl,” Richard groaned, his dick painfully hard and the temptation to give himself over to the feeling of her lush walls milking him was almost irresistible. Almost. Instead, he rolled his hips, stirring her grasping sheath before pulling out, his shaft slick and glistening with her cream.
Scarlet shuddered at the loss and made a pouting sound that dissolved into a low moan as he leant down to nibble the shell of her ear, hands dropping to her naked ass, spreading her cheeks for his cock to glide up, the broad crest parting her folds.
She was shaking, so on edge, her whole body was almost humming with carnal need. One little push would be all it took to push her over the edge-
“But now…” he whispered in her ear, pausing only to bite down and tug on her lobe. “I want to find out how tight your ass really is.”
She stilled at the dark promise in his voice, eyes widening as the crown touched her pucker.
“Wait, you don’t mean? Oh no…” she gasped, shaking her head.
“Oh yes, your ass is mine,” he growled, rearing back to drink in the vision of her stretched out before him. Flushed and panting, her blonde hair had become a passionate mess and that once immaculate white business dress was rumpled the way that only a good, hard fucking could do, its skirt scrunched up around her hips to show off the full curves of her luscious, strawberry smeared butt.
It was a complete contrast from the woman he knew and filled him with a savage, primitive pride. He slid forward, pressing his slick tip against the ring of muscle. Soft and pliant from the multiple orgasms, her body opened before him.
“Oh fuck! Oh, fuck!” Scarlet gasped, her eyes going wide at the sudden burning sensation, the feeling of something hard, thick, and slick splitting her open. Instinctively, she tried to clench down, to force him back, but that only seemed to speed his invasion on, so the broad crest slid through.
“That’s it Scarlet, let me in… mmm you really are a tight arsed bitch all right, but don’t worry, not for much longer,” Richard promised, curling his hips in small circles, trying to resist the feeling of her body wrapping around his crown, sucking him in. He needed to loosen her up first, or else this would hurt.
Scarlet could only groan. Somewhere, deep down and far away, a little voice was screaming for her to give herself over to him, to let it come, but she couldn’t. She just… couldn’t. He was too big. Too thick.
She’d never felt this full, so stretched. So…
She threw a look back over her shoulder at him, her blue eyes large and pleading. “S-sir, I…”
Their eyes met and she couldn’t keep her gasp at bay at the wild look burning in his eyes, the warring emotions battling just beneath the surface. It was the most savage look she’d ever seen, the reflection of the beast that lurked in the heart of every man as he was visibly torn between restraint, and the instinctive desire to fuck, to rut and claim her as his bitch.
His grip on her tightened, the fingers biting into her hips, holding her still as he took a step forward, pressing her to the glass while his dick kept working back and forth, slick with their mixed juices, sending heat rushing through her.
“No, Scarlet, look straight ahead.”
She obeyed, too far gone now to turn back.
Overhead, the sky had turned a deep lilac, slashed with shades of pink and orange that danced across the waters of the canal as the sun slipped away behind the horizon. Below, the fair was still in full swing and growing busier as people finished their work and came to browse amongst the stalls. Anyone could look up and see them.
Someone already was.
Her reflection stared back at her from the window, but with the face of a stranger, with flushed skin and a hooded gaze, framed by a dishevelled mess of spun gold.
Bent at the waist, she looked shameless, like a whore just begging to be fucked.
The sight was so erotic, she couldn’t bear it and tried squeezing her eyes shut against the image, but it lingered, burned into her mind.
“No, watch Scarlet, I want you to see,” Richard bit out, his voice low and so dark with lust that she couldn’t resist. Her eyes locked to his in the glass, and his hips snapped forward, driving his cock into her heat.
“Oh!” she gasped, fighting the urge to close her eyes against the sudden rush of hot sensations. “Oh fuck… oh fuck… You're… you’re in my ass… there’s a dick in my… oh God, this feels so….” She could feel herself opening to take him all the way, her forbidden little hole stretching to fit him, and only him.
