تسجيل الدخول"Gonna fuck this tight ass now," he growled, stretching my cheeks apart. He spit directly onto my puckered hole before pressing the head of his cock against it.
“Fuuuck." I screamed, when he shoved his way inside. His hips moved forward, making me whimper into the leather cushion.
I was full, so completely full. This intense, tearing friction was incomparable to any basic sex I'd had in the past. I wanted more of the pain. I wanted him to fuck me absolutely silly.
”You're so fucking hot when you scream like that,” he muttered, his large hands gripping my hips to keep me in place as he fucked my ass hard, each thrust sending me into another dimension.
“Milking my cock like a whore," he rasped.
I moaned loudly at his words, the dirty talk making my pussy completely flood with moisture. "Fuck me harder… I'll be your dirty little slut…put your big cock into any hole you want!"
We were a total sweaty mess as the sounds of our lovemaking filled the quiet room. He raised one of my legs up over the couch arm, the brutal new angle let him grind even deeper, hitting spots that made stars burst behind my eyes.
"Come on my cock," he demanded.
I screamed his name as my juices dripped heavily down my thighs.
“Yes. Scream my name like you do at night.”
The words hit my brain like a physical shock. Wait… How did he know?
He smirked down at me. “I heard you through the wall at night, Annie. I heard your moans and the exact way you say my name when you're alone.”
I blushed furiously, my face burning against the leather. Oh my God, was I really that loud?
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. We both wanted this.” He whispered. He pulled out slowly, leaving my backside slick and throbbing. “Since when you moved in. I wanted so badly to put my cock in you.”
I whimpered as my body shuddered from the sudden loss of his heat. My hands were entirely free now, but my wrists still felt slightly numb from where the rope had been. Even though I was embarrassed, I was desperate for more.
Suddenly, he turned me around on the cushions and crushed his mouth over mine. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, pulling him closer. Our kiss turned incredibly sloppy as we completely devoured each other.
He pulled away and grabbed my breast. “I wanted to do unforgivable things to that fat ass the second I saw you in the hallway.” He pinched my nipple hard until I moaned directly into his mouth.
"More," I gasped, loving the sting. I was definitely crazy. This man was making me lose my mind. I didn't know what kind of spell he had cast on me, must be his magic cock.
He bent down to suck heavily on my wet nipple while he slid his fingers right into my aching, neglected pussy. I moaned loudly as his knuckles rubbed hard against my G-spot, and my knees turn weak.
"Greedy slut," he rasped against my skin, his fingers moving fast. "Can't get enough."
He abruptly pulled his fingers free from my clit and smeared my juices across my lips. "Taste it." He commanded.
Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and sucked my own sweet juices directly off his fingers, watching his eyes turn completely dark.
He stood up, and gripped my waist to pull me up off the couch with him. My legs instantly wobbled, completely useless, but he steadied me easily before scooping me into his arms like I weighed nothing at all.
"I’m gonna fuck you in the kitchen now," he growled against my ear. My naked body pressed against his still-hard cock, which twitched against my thigh with every step he took down the hallway.
He set me down on the cold granite countertop. The coldness made me gasp and when I spread my legs wide, he stepped right between them, and kissed me again passionately while his tatted hands roamed everywhere, squeezing my breasts, my ass.
"Fuck me." I begged, while grinding my wet clit right against his thigh.
He grinned, but instead of entering me, he dropped to his knees and buried his face straight into my soaking pussy. He sucked my clit hard and fast, his tongue licking up the juices pouring out of me.
I screamed in absolute pleasure, and ran my fingers through his soft hair as he sucked and bit at my sensitive flesh.
"You taste so fucking good," he stood back up and grabbed his cock, guiding the wet head right back to my entrance.
Before I could do anything else, he flipped me over on the stone, and bent me across the counter then rammed his cock into my ass.
“I love the feel of you," I mumbled into my forearms, his size stretching me to my absolute limit.
I moaned like a pornstar, feeling another massive orgasm coming as he stretched me wide. He put his thick fingers into my pussy from beneath, double-penetrating me with his fingers and his dick until I was a mess. All I could think about was how good this felt.
He slowed down and leaned forward, kissing my neck softly. "You okay?" he whispered, his voice incredibly husky and I nodded, my body trembling as he began to rock his hips gently. We kissed over his shoulder while he moved inside my ass. It felt sweet at that moment. I loved the way one moment, he was ruthless and the next he was sweet.
“We shouldn't be doing this?” She breathed. “But you want to.” He wasn't wrong. Sh wished he was. She wanted nothing more than for him to dominate her. She kissed him. He made a sound and his hands found her waist, and he pulled her against him. His lips were warm, and tasted like the wine they'd had with dinner. He kissed her back with such hunger that it made her knees go weak."Elena." he moaned in her mouth. His hands slid down her back and he gripped her hips. She gasped when he pulled her closer and she felt that he was hard. She subconsciously rubbed herself againt him and he growled, the sound vibrated through his chest into hers."Wait." she breathed. He stopped immediately and he pulled back just enough to look at her. His gorgeous eyes searched her face anxiously. "Too fast?" he asked in a rough voice. "We can–""No." She shook her head. "I just want to… I need to tell you…" She looked down. "Tell me what?"She looked back up at him. "I don't do this." she said. "I'm no
Elena was shocked to see a black Mercedes SUV parked right in front of the entrance to the hotel. She was even more shocked to see the person leaning on the hood of the car with a proud look on his handsome face. He grinned when he saw her and opened his mouth in admiration as he looked her up and down. Elena was dressed in a stunning red evening gown that hugged her curves perfectly and her hair was styled into an up-do. Alejandro himself looked different in a white shirt with the top three buttons undone, showing his tanned chest. He wore a silver chain that made him even more sexy. "You look incredible, Elena." He took her hand and planted a kiss on the back of her palm. His eyes twinkled as he searched her face and his eyes lingered on her breasts before going back to her face. She felt that familiar buzz in her core. Relax, Elena. She told herself. She had to resist the urge to jump on him. She'd been thinking about Alejandro a lot and they'd definitely been flirting while he wa
The next morning, Elena woke up at six. She wore a plain black bikini but decided to not cover up this time. She looked herself over in the mirror and smiled. She looked good. Her mind went back to Alejandra and what he had said. He was so soft spoken and sophisticated and not to mention he had a hot body. She walked down to the beach with her towel.The sun was just coming up. She spotted Alejandro who was was already there and was sitting on his surfboard in the sand, wearing the same black shorts. When he saw her walking toward him, his eyes ran slowly down her bare legs and waist and she felt her face beat up at him checking her out. Calm down Elena. "You are on time." He stood up. "I like that.""I didn't want to keep you waiting." Elena said, stopping a foot away from him."Good." He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her slightly closer. His hand felt warm on her skin. "First, we practice on the sand. Lie down on the board." She climbed onto his surfboard, and flattened
The flight into Málaga took eleven hours and by the time Elena got through customs and grabbed her bags, her neck was as stiff and a rock and her body begged for a long, warm soak in the tub. When she got her bags and she double checked to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, she stepped out of the airport. The air was hot, even hotter than America but she couldn’t deny that this was truly a beautiful place and very different from where she was coming from. A taxi stoped at where she was and when the passenger door mirror wound down, a plump man in sunglasses and a tropical shirt looked back at her. “Need a ride to the hotel?” He had a unpleasantly raspy voice, like he smoked constantly. “How do you know I'm not from here?” She asked. He rolled his eyes. “Oh please. You yankees all look the same.”Yankee? Well that's rude. She wanted to ask him to leave but decided against it. After all, she didn't know anywhere in spain. She nodded her head at him and told him what hotel she wa
The left screen was split into four live camera feeds. I could hear the saxophones getting louder when one of the rooms looked familiar to me. That definitely looked like my bedroom??! What the fuck? I looked at the second screen and realized that that was my kitchen. The third was the alley behind the jewelry store where I worked.My hands started shaking. I looked down at the desk and saw a thick stack of photos right next to the keyboard. I picked them and examined them. Every single picture was of me. Buying groceries, walking to the bus stop, and even sleeping in my own bed. On the very top was the picture from yesterday morning of me in my pink skirt. There was a faint stain smeared across the print right over my face.A loud click sounded behind me and I spun around, dropping the photos on the floor. Chris stood in the doorway. He was wearing a gray t-shirt and sweatpants, and he held a tray with breakfast and coffee. The expression on his face was completely calm and this time
"Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart." He murmured, and that deep baritone voice of his rumbled against my collarbone. I was still trembling as he carried me effortlessly up the stairs. I buried my face in his neck, and breathed in the scent of his skin. He smelt so good even though he was a bit sweaty. I could never get enough of his scent. He carried me straight into what looked like his bedroom and he made a beeline into his bathroom and when I say that the rich really lived differently, I meant it. It had a soaking tub and a huge walk-in glass shower that looked big enough to fit an entire bedroom. Like my bedroom back home for example. Chris put me down and when my feet touched the floor, I shivered. It was so cold. I looked at him, and expected him to turn on the water, but he just stood there while staring down at me. The look in his eyes had turned into a predatory look that made my knees feel weak. If I knew it wasn't Chris in front of me, I might have been scared but the l
I was about to oblige when I stopped. I had to assert dominance, show this man I knew exactly what I was doing. “No. Take off yours.” I said haughtily. He wasn't in control here. I was. He chuckled again, the deep sound doing strange things to my core. “I guess I'll do it for you.” He reached ou
"Stop here." I said to the taxi driver as we neared a shabby-looking building. It was dark outside and the building looked depressing. Was this really the right place? This couldn't be it, could it? Was this how a motel should look like? This looked more like a haunted building."Lady, are you get
His apartment looked like mine but was a little different. He had bookshelves lining one wall. He certainly wasn't lying about loving books.The apartment smelt exactly like him."You can sit down." He nodded toward the couch. "You want tea?""You don't have to–""Tea or coffee?" He asked agai
We pulled away and we stared into each other. He caressed my cheeks. “You’re so beautiful.”“You have no idea the dreams I've had of you.”“What kind of dreams?” I chuckled, biting my lips.“Bad ones.” He whispered, tracing kisses all over my shoulders and back. “The kind where you're screaming my







