MasukClaudia looked down at Ezra with a satisfied smile. His body was covered in sweat and bite marks. His cock throbbed desperately inside her, leaking steadily. She was still pinning his wrists beside his head.“You’ve been a good boy,” she said, voice low and rough. “You can come now. Fill me up.”She started riding him hard. She slammed down onto him, taking every inch deep inside her soaked pussy. The wet slap of her ass meeting his hips filled the private bedroom. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly with each thrust.Ezra moaned loudly. After so much teasing, the sudden intense pleasure was almost too much. Claudia’s pussy clenched tight around his cock, squeezing him on every downstroke. She rolled her hips, grinding her clit against him before lifting up again.“Fill me,” she demanded. “Pump every drop deep inside me.”She rode him faster. Her thick thighs flexed as she worked herself on his cock. Sweat ran down between her breasts and dripped onto his chest. The smell of sex was thic
Claudia stayed straddling Ezra’s chest for a moment, looking down at his soaked face. His chin, neck, and chest glistened with her squirt. His cock stood painfully hard, twitching against his stomach.She smiled and slid down his body until she knelt between his spread legs.“You’re going to stay tied up for a while longer,” she said.She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. It felt burning hot and rock hard in her grip.Pre-come leaked steadily from the tip, running down the shaft. Claudia stroked him slowly from base to head, twisting her hand at the top.Ezra moaned and pulled against the cuffs. His hips tried to thrust up, but the restraints kept him almost completely still.She lowered her head and took him into her mouth. Her lips stretched wide around his thickness. She sucked him deep, her tongue pressing along the underside. The wet heat of her mouth made Ezra gasp.She bobbed her head slowly, taking more of him each time until the head of his cock hit the back of he
Claudia stepped closer to the bed, still holding the velvet-lined cuffs. Her predatory smile widened as she looked down at Ezra. “Take off your clothes,” she ordered.Ezra’s hands shook as he pulled off his shirt, then his pants and boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking. Claudia watched with dark eyes while he climbed onto the large bed. She grabbed his right wrist first and locked the cuff around it, then pulled the strap tight and fastened it to the corner of the bed frame. She did the same with his left wrist, then moved to his ankles, spreading his legs wide. By the time she finished, Ezra was stretched spread-eagle on his back, completely helpless. The cuffs held him tight but the velvet lining kept them from cutting into his skin. His lean body was fully exposed, cock throbbing against his stomach, pre-come pooling on his abs.Claudia stood at the foot of the bed and began stripping slowly. She reached behind her back and unzipped her tailored navy dress. The fabric
Turbulence shook the private jet hard. The cabin rattled. Ezra Blake gripped the armrest of his leather seat, his laptop nearly sliding off his thighs. The 20-year-old trust-fund junior tried to focus on the screen, but his eyes kept drifting across the cabin to Claudia Voss.Claudia sat in the wide seat opposite him, completely calm. The 49-year-old woman looked powerful in her tailored navy dress that hugged every curve of her voluptuous, surgically enhanced body. Her full breasts strained against the fabric, and the dress clung to her wide hips and thick thighs. Her dark hair fell in perfect waves around her shoulders. She sipped her drink slowly, one leg crossed over the other, watching him with sharp eyes.Another jolt hit the plane. Ezra’s stomach flipped. He shifted in his seat and stole another glance at her. Claudia noticed and a small smile played on her lips.“You look tense,” she said, her voice smooth and low. “Come with me to the bedroom at the back. It’s much more c
Mr. Grayson leaned back against the hood of his black SUV and crossed his arms over his broad chest. He looked down at Raven with calm, dark eyes. “Convince me you’re worth protecting,” he said. His voice stayed low and steady. “Show me why I should risk my own reputation to save yours.”Raven stood frozen in front of him. Tears still glistened on her cheeks. Her sheer white blouse did nothing to hide how hard her nipples were. She thought about losing her job, about police showing up at her apartment, about everyone knowing what she had done. The reality sank in deeper with every second. Her hands trembled at her sides.She stepped forward on shaky heels. The concrete felt cold and rough through the thin soles. She lowered herself slowly to her knees right in front of him. The hard floor pressed into her skin and made her knees ache. She reached up with trembling fingers and unbuckled his belt. The metal buckle clicked loudly in the quiet garage. She pulled down his zipper.Gray
CHAPTER 7: PARKING GARAGE BLACKMAIL PT 1Raven Holt stepped out of the elevator into the nearly empty multi-level parking garage. It was late Friday evening, and most people had already gone home. The air felt cool and damp against her skin. Her sheer white blouse clung to her slim-thick figure, and since she wore no bra, her full breasts and dark nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. Her tight pencil skirt hugged her round ass and toned thighs as she walked. Her heels clicked loudly on the floor with every step. Her stomach twisted with dread after Mr. Grayson’s terse text.She spotted him waiting beside his sleek black SUV in a dimly lit corner. Mr. Grayson, 48 years old, stood tall and imposing. His broad shoulders filled out his tailored suit. Silver hair showed at his temples. He radiated authority. A calm, predatory smile touched his lips when he saw her.“Raven,” he said simply.As she got closer she wondered what he had got on her bed on the text he sent and







