It felt as though I was reliving a dream, I was curled up in this man's arms.
I watched closely as he took a generous sip of his wine, and then he pulled me onto his lap. Bringing his lips to mine, he gradually shared the drink with me, directly from his mouth and then sucked the softness of my lips into his warm mouth.
We carried on like this, I did not know how long, I was too engrossed in the act that I did not give a damn about the time that swept by, so we continued in that motion until the bottle was half empty, and by then, I was floating on cloud nine. His hands were gliding over my shoulders, collarbones, and scooping my breasts when, all of a sudden, he playfully tipped me onto the couch.
"You are such a naughty girl", he said, smacking my face and spreading my legs. I landed on my back with a soft huff, feeling him settle on top of me.
Using the palms of his hands, he began to work on my breast and then moved down my stomach. After days of dreaming for this moment and hours of waiting for him to make the first move, this was pure bliss, and I was going to enjoy the best of it. Despite his imposing giant stature, he was incredibly gentle in a way that had me begging for his ruthlessness. He clearly knew his way around: a gentle suck here, a push there, and soothing circles everywhere, his fingers were actively at work deep inside my warm spot. I found myself sighing repeatedly, lost in the moment.
Eventually, the sensation became almost too much to bear. I arched my hips and nudged him off me, laughing at the astonished look on his face.
This man was a god!
"You are not enjoying what I'm doing to you?" He asked.
"No. I do. I love it. I just have other plans," I tried to say.
"Well over here, I call the shots and don't ever interrupt me while I am working my way around you" He commanded, his voice was so sexy, I was trembling from the brewing sweet sensation in my pussy.
In one strong pull at my nightie, everything went flying towards him.
Pangs of embarrassment engulfed me as his eyes absorbed the netty pieces of clothing covering my vagina.
He dug the two forefingers of his right hand inside my pussy, and pulled me to himself, it was rough, mindly painful but I loved that he disregarded my pussy the way he did.
He ripped my net pants off my crotch with his left hand while his right hand explored ferociously my willing walls.
Then he pushed me back on the couch and got on top of me. I wanted to die at the crushing weight of this man on top of me. It felt wicked to be completely naked with him still fully clothed on top of me.
But like he had instructed, he was in charge and I was to submissively let him lead.
I even welcomed the idea.
The whole concept of me being ferociously devoured by this ultra-masculine man who seemed to know the right places to touch.
"Fuck me already, daddy. Please" I whispered.
Slap!
I felt his palm connect to my cheeks and watched him signal me to shut the fuck up and not make a single sound. He looked like a monster with the way his eyes narrowed.
It stung me so bad, but I deserved it for being a dirty dick hungry slut.
"Do it again" I said.
And this time, he almost knocked the air out of me with my head whipping side ways.
Raelynn arrived at the studio just before noon. The space was tucked into a quieter stretch of Music Row—nothing flashy, just brick walls and blacked-out windows—but it had a certain kind of reverence about it. She could feel the sweetened touch of creativity inside, like the walls themselves remembered every note that had been recorded there. It was intimidating. And exciting.Inside, Brad Kingston stood behind the glass of the control booth, talking to a technician. His posture was relaxed, but the way he moved—ever so gallant, a self-assured air of masculinity in his carriage betrayed the weight he carried in the industry. A man used to being obeyed, listened to. Followed.Raelynn took a breath and stepped in.He noticed her immediately. "Hey. Right on time."She nodded, shifting the guitar case on her shoulder. "Didn’t want to keep the mogul waiting."Brad grinned. "Titles are overrated. Come on in."She followed him into the inner room where a few mics were set up and a warm ambe
SYNOPSISShortly after a messy break up with her boyfriend, justin, 21yrs old country singer, Raelynn, falls in love with Brad Kingston, her mother's billionaire boyfriend/music label mogul. What started as one drunken night of sexual intimacy, leads to rounds after rounds of forbidden passion.***Raelynn felt like a failure that very day, it was worse because she could not explain how she was feeling in that moment because her boyfriend, Justin, had broken up with her earlier that day and the album she released about a week ago was a flop.Tears welled up in her eyes as the neon lights of Broadway Avenue glinted through the rain-slicked windshield like stars on the pavement.She could still hear Justin’s voice telling her, Someone will love you, I hope you find that person as certainly that person isn’t me.“Mother fucker! Damn it!” she yelled under her breath with tears trickling down her eyes.Coming back to Nashville seemed like the perfect remedy to her pain.Nashville breathe
The world around me faded at the sharp sense of pain that shot through my bloodstream all the way to my brain. I could sense the flesh of my vagina rudely giving way to his incalcitrant penis. Clothes slipped away, as did the walls we’d built. His body against mine was warm as he grounded deep inside. We moved like people who’d been holding back for far too long, every breath shared, every touch sent an electric shockwaves across my spine. I want to push him off me but he held me and fucked me. “Fucking take this dick, you wanted it” he yelled at my stubborn pussy refusing to path ways. It was as though the more I tried to push back for comfort, the more he pressed himself further and I was grateful that he knew what I wanted, to be a property of his desire and not the other way around. He ran his hand along my waist, his voice low in my ear as he continued to pound me. “I tried to stop wanting you.” “So did I,” I whispered. “But you’re… impossible.” He chuckled, but it was
For the few seconds that followed, I was in a haze from the slap. “You know don’t have to let me do this,” he said softly, his fingers probing the depth of my pussy as he explored, his voice nearly reduced till it was almost a whisper. “We can forget this ever happened. No one has to know.” What did he mean No one has to know? I understood his reasons for secrecy but fuck that, whatever he was doing to me was too good even though it was wrong. We had already crossed too many lines in less than an hour. The kisses we shared has been something I desired to have for weeks and months ago and I am glad it that had lasted a little too long. And now, right here, he is asking us to stop and forget he did not just wipe out the biggest dick I have ever seen? “I don’t want to forget,” I said, my voice trembling with pleasure. “Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me!!.” He came all over me, slow and careful, as if giving me one last chance to stop him. I didn’t. I would never dare.His hand cupped my
It felt as though I was reliving a dream, I was curled up in this man's arms.I watched closely as he took a generous sip of his wine, and then he pulled me onto his lap. Bringing his lips to mine, he gradually shared the drink with me, directly from his mouth and then sucked the softness of my lips into his warm mouth.We carried on like this, I did not know how long, I was too engrossed in the act that I did not give a damn about the time that swept by, so we continued in that motion until the bottle was half empty, and by then, I was floating on cloud nine. His hands were gliding over my shoulders, collarbones, and scooping my breasts when, all of a sudden, he playfully tipped me onto the couch."You are such a naughty girl", he said, smacking my face and spreading my legs. I landed on my back with a soft huff, feeling him settle on top of me. Using the palms of his hands, he began to work on my breast and then moved down my stomach. After days of dreaming for this moment and hour
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