Natasha’s Night In

Natasha grinned gleefully as she spotted the box waiting on the front porch. A new toy to try out sounded like the perfect way to start off her weekend. Once inside she unwrapped her package to find a very thick, very heavy, and very detailed fantasy cock. It was shades of marbled green and aptly named, The Orc. She left it sitting on her night stand while she undressed and relaxed in a steaming hot bath.

A glass of wine later and still damp from the bath, she was anxious to try her new toy. She wasn’t even sure if she could take the entire thing. It was a good seven inches long and thicker than her wrist. But that wasn’t going to stop her from trying. She climbed into bed with a bottle of lube, her favorite clit vibrator, and The Orc close at hand. Natasha giggled and settled herself so she could easily reach her toys and closed her eyes, letting her imagination take her away.

She was a young maiden walking in woods that she knew were dangerous to be in, but she’d always been adventurous and while she was old enough to know better to venture so far from town, she was young enough not to care. She’d never believed the stories that were told at night around the fire, bestial figures who roamed the woods and stealing people away from their homes should they travel too far in the wrong direction. Her steps were quiet and she heard a branch snap nearby. Frozen by the sound and suddenly very aware of just how helpless she was as the memories of all the old tales came rushing back to her. She heard nothing more after a moment and turned to be on her way home as night was falling.

The whole time Natasha was building up her fantasy in her head she was gently rubbing at her body, feeling the softness of her skin, her nipples puckered from the chill in the room, carefully avoiding her clit, but tracing around it. She could feel herself growing wetter, her arousal building slowly as it always did during this particular daydream.

With another flurry of snapping branches and heavy footfalls, she found herself staring face to…well chest of a large greenish creature who looked down at her like a prize. Only now, did she understand why these woods were feared. She looked up and gasped as she stared into a pair of gorgeous blue eyes that stood out against his (she assumed) skin. It took her a moment more to notice the small jutting tusks, bald tattooed head, and wickedly sharp looking teeth. She knew she was in a predicament and if she screamed no one would even hear her. An iron grip locked around her wrist and she instinctively pulled back from it as hard as she could, but nothing changed and the creature before her just laughed. “Don’t fight me and this will go easy for you,” came the rumbling voice. “Now, come.” And she half walked and was half dragged along back to a small camp where the only light came from the embers of a small fire. The orc sat down and drug her down to sit in his lap. Oh yes, definitely a him.

At this juncture Natasha smiled and touched her clit for the first time. The jolt was almost electric and she began to rub not necessarily gently, her fingers dancing against her slick skin. A single digit slipped into her pussy smearing her wetness and mixing it with the lube already there. The feeling turned her on further as she pictured the orc holding her hands behind her back. “Be a good girl and you’ll enjoy yourself as much as I will. Fight me and things will go badly.” Those blue eyes, so unusual to her went from playful to serious in a blink and she could do nothing but nod her head mutely, wondering what exactly was going to happen to her.

Then she was lifted up with ease and her dress pulled away from her body with little care. She cried out as she heard fabric tear and tried in vain to cover her now naked body from the prying eyes of this monster. He laughed and tossed the ruined clothing aside before undoing his own loincloth. Her eyes widened and she shook her head no, utterly terrified now as she realized she had just become a plaything for an orc. Natasha lifted the toy to her lips and kissed the tip of it, sucking it into her mouth slowly, working it in and out, taking it deeper until she was almost gagging and could take no more. Her orcish captor tossed her onto the pile of furs nearby and approached quickly, his thick fingers tracing her pussy. She moaned around the cock in her mouth as her own fingers delved inside, sliding in and out carefully, as the orc would be exploring his new toy.

Natasha imagined herself helpless at his hands and, for the moment, let the toy fall to the wayside as she used her fingers to get herself off, just as if the orc was there with her, fingering her pussy with his thick fingers. It made her wish she knew someone with hands so large as to fill her like that and get her off. But instead she would have the next best thing. And thinking of that big green cock she’d been sucking on made her come and come hard. She grabbed her vibe, drawing out the orgasm until she was panting and had to pull the toy away. Incredibly sensitive as she now was, she felt ready to try and take at least part of the toy.

She found the lube, using a generous amount on the gorgeous green cock and let her eyes drift closed again as she pictured herself trapped on her back with the large orc poised over her body. Slowly he entered her, carefully, not wanting to hurt her as she held her eyes tightly closed. Her hands clenched and he stopped his forward movement instead rocking back and forth gently as she got used to the size of him. When she relaxed again he pressed a bit further forward. And found that she was the best prize of them all, an untouched one. He wanted to fill her then and there, claiming her as his. Natasha moaned at the full feeling of the toy, not even half way inside of her yet as well as at her own fantasy of being a helpless virgin taken by the giant orc before her.

Further she pushed the toy, beginning to thrust her hips up to meet it. She was stretched and full and loved the feeling of it. She opened her eyes and looked down to see that she had quickly taken more than she thought and groaned as she wished for even more. Her fantasy counterpart felt a tearing sensation and cried out as the orc forced himself past her hymen and further into her tight pussy. His fingers covered her mouth and she could smell her self as he did so. She was surprised at just how good the smell was and wanted to be brave enough to lick his fingers, but not now. Not this time. He fucked her, gently again, as she opened up to him and finally as she could take all of the length and girth more roughly. As roughly as Natasha fucked herself, her thoughts far away.

Natasha’s eyes opened as she felt the cock bottom out against her and she began to work herself on the toy, writhing against it, fucking it. Her finger pinched at her clit and when that wasn’t enough she again grabbed the vibrator, turning it on low as she rode the orcish cock of her dreams. Pressing it against the base of the toy she shuddered at the faint vibrations and the moved it up to her clit, teasing herself with one toy while she fucked the other. Her feet were planted firmly on the bed and her body rose and fell in a rhythmic dance. A click of a button sped up the vibrations and her own movements as well. She was gasping for breath and she chased that orgasm and suddenly she pictured this orc, the giant not quite human figure throwing his head back and roaring into the night as his own orgasm overtook him. Natasha cried out too, her voice echoing in the empty room as she gushed fluid onto the bed, squirting for the first time as she was filled up with a giant, green cock. She kept moving wanting more and held the vibe against her clit turning it on high. She imagined she could feel the heat of the orc inside her and began to shake as the combination of the vibrator and the dildo did her in again with another breath taking orgasm. She lay there seeing in her mind’s eye as her counterpart came as well and felt deeply satisfied. She clicked off the vibe and rested there leaving the toy where it was for now and dozed in a twilight sleep where anything, even sex with orcs, was possible.

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Wicked Wednesday 314 – Suede on Skin

 

Natalie lazed in bed, letting the bright sunlight stream through the room. She could hear Victor getting ready for work downstairs and knew that she should get up, but it was extra difficult this morning. She simply didn’t want to leave the warmth of her bed behind. Victor pounded up the stairs and met her relaxing in bed and smiled at her. “It’s a shame I have an early meeting. A kiss will have to do.” And he bent down to her as she lifted herself to meet him, sharing a rough kiss that left them both wanting more. But they hadn’t the time. “Tonight,” he breathed against her lips and in a moment he was back down the stairs and out the door.

With a sigh, the pretty blonde rolled out of bed, leaving the covers a scattered mess to be put back together later. Maybe. She padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower before taking a look at herself in the mirror. Not bad for middle age she thought to herself. She spun and when she did caught a glimpse of something dark on her rear end. She craned her neck around for a closer look and rubbed at her skin. Her fingertips came away black as well and she frowned slightly. Then she smiled when the memory hit her.

Nude and bent over the bed Victor had taken a soft flogger to her skin. His hits hadn’t left marks, except for the black dye apparently, and she tilted her head, thinking about the moment that the suede had first contacted with her skin. It had been like a tiny electric shock and it made her jump. They both laughed, but Victor had stroked the falls down her back ever so gently and spoke in a firm tone she’d never head from him before. “Be still.” Normally, Natalie wasn’t one for orders and tended to do as she pleased, but she’d promised to try this game and see how she liked it. So far it was interesting. A flurry of hits as quick as Victor could manage. The precise descent of each hit told her he had practiced learning to use it and the care he had taken to ensure he wouldn’t accidentally injure her made her smile.

She turned fully around and stared at the marks on her ass. It had been red last night she knew, but the dye had gone unnoticed and there wasn’t a bruise to be seen. Had it been fun though? Would she left him do it again, maybe harder next time? Natalie really didn’t know. She just hoped the dye hadn’t stained the sheets as she slept and made a mental note to check later. But first a shower. She stepping under the warm water and tipped her head back letting it slide across her skin, around her curves, into her hair, and sighed with pleasure. She recalled having made that same noise the night before. Was it while Victor was hitting her? She couldn’t fully remember all the details; it had been a lot to take in all at once. But she knew something had made her happy so she thought harder determined to flesh out the memory to its fullest. And she suddenly thought yes, it was when he hit her, right across the fullest part of her ass, the falls of the flogger connecting, then sliding away. She wanted to feel that sensation again.

As she showered she replayed the flogging from last night, over and over in her head. She even knew how many hits there had been. Thirty. Not too hard, not too soft, just thirty even hits, to let her test out the idea of being flogged. She closed her eyes remembering the fucking that had come after. Victor had been aggressive and tender at once and she loved it. Her will submitted to his. His cock had driven into her cunt filling it right up and she moaned softly to herself. Leaning against the shower wall, letting the water pound her skin she masturbated slowly, her fingers tracing her clit with one hand as the other played with her nipples. She kept picturing last night, the way he’d instructed her to bend over the bed and present herself to him. At first it had been somewhat embarrassing, being on display like that, even if Victor was the only one who could see her. Then he pressed her back further into the bed, causing her to arch and lift her ass higher. “Better,” he’d growled, and teased her ass with the tips of the flogger. How soft it had felt then. He warned her that he was going to hit her and the single stroke fell across her ass the flogger whistling through the air just before impact. Over and over he’d hit her, never once pausing, trusting that if it was too much for her she would end their game. He’d been proud of her when she didn’t.

By now, Natalie was fingering her wet cunt, wishing Victor was there to fuck her, to suck and bite at her nipples, to hit her again. She moaned, her noises drowned out by the water and grabbed the removable head from the wall. Angling it just so, she let the water pound against her clit, fucking herself with her fingers. With a strangled cry her orgasm took her body over and she shook, barely able to keep herself upright. She gave a satisfied sigh and licked her fingers clean before she went about the business of actually showering. She scrubbed at the black dye on her skin and got most of it off, but could see remnants of it in spots here and there. She laughed a soft laugh as the memory of that first hit crossed her mind again and Natalie decided that, yes, she wanted Victor to hit her again. Maybe even with something harder. Maybe even leave marks. And maybe she would even be OK with that firm tone of voice.

But she wanted to try it again, once or a dozen times more just to be sure she liked it. She thought Victor might be quite obliging on that point and she figured a sexy text message or two should get the point across. Natalie smiled again and went about her day, reminded every so often of the few faint dye marks left on her skin and couldn’t wait for Victor to get home.

KOTW – Accents, Languages, Voices – (That Sexy Growl)

He tilted my head back, looked at me, then leaned over so I could hear him speak.”Strip for me.” The powerful voice with that slight edge of a growl did funny things to my cunt, but I immediately started removing clothing, not caring if it was sexy or not. He just wanted me naked. The moment my panties hit the floor he had me bent over the bed spanking my ass with one hand while pinning me with the other. “Count.” And I counted as though my life depended on it because in that moment, to me, it did.

I knew logically he’d never purposefully injure me in any way, but right then having my ass reddened while he growled filthy things at me, told me I was a slut, his slut, and that he would beat my pretty ass into submission was a perfect storm for me to be wet and ready when he slid two fingers into my cunt. “Ohhh, dirty girl aren’t you?” I nodded my agreement while arching my body against him. “Please…” My voice was a soft whine of neediness.

His fingers were gone in an instant and shoved into my mouth. I sucked eagerly, hard, tasting myself and moaning. My ass was on fire, my cunt was throbbing and he just kept up with that sexy, sexy growl of his, giving orders and driving me closer to that edge. Finally, when he thought I was ready his voice changed to a soft whisper that somehow still growled. “Come for me before I fuck you.”

And I did. And he fucked me. And when it was all over the sleepy growl was an “I love you,” as he pulled me close, caressing my skin.

 

In The Early Hours

It was five in the morning, I hadn’t slept all night, and my alarm was due to go off in an hour and a half when he came to bed. We shared a few kisses and cuddled up, both of us determined to get what little sleep we could before starting our day. Moments later his eyes opened and he looked down at me, “Not enough,” came a gruff whisper and his lips ravaged mine again before pulling back and telling me to go to sleep.

We tried, we both really did try to sleep, but before either of us could doze off we would be off again. Hands grabbing and squeezing, lips meeting in feverishly hot passion that left me breathless with need. My body pressed against his and he jerked me even closer, if that was possible. His kisses were almost frenetic in their need, but deep and unyielding at the same time. I wanted him. Badly.

But this wasn’t about him or me; it was about us. As we came crashing together again I felt him toss my legs apart and slide a single digit into my dripping pussy. He curled and fluttered that finger and a mumbled, “Fuck.” escaped my lips against his neck as I immediately had an orgasm just as he wanted me to do. Working his finger in and out he slowly added a second one as we kissed. He was slowly driving me wild with nothing more than the slight pressure of those two fingers combined with the rawness of the kisses we shared.

My hips bucked against his and again my fingers found his back, digging in fiercely as we moved together. He could play me like I was the instrument and he the virtuoso and he did. His kisses were sweet honey to me and I felt vaguely drunk on them while he fingered my pussy. Suddenly his lips tore from mine and a rough voice whispered in my ear. “Come for me.” And I did, soaking his fingers and clinging to him without words.

Slowly he removed his fingers and offered them up to me and I began to suck and lick at them enjoying the taste of myself against his skin. By the time I was done, his fingers were clean of everything but my saliva and we were both, finally, sated as we drifted off to sleep.

Wicked Wednesday 308 – Gina Drives Ashlee to Orgasm

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

 

Gina giggled nervously as Ashlee kissed her cheek and along the side of her neck. Her giggle was cut short as she felt Ashlee’s teeth scrape her skin gently. She’d never been with another woman and even though she and Ashlee had been dating for several months, they hadn’t made it “all the way” as the saying goes. But Gina had told Ashlee in no uncertain terms that she wanted this, she was ready for it finally.

They laid together in Ashlee’s bed both still wearing a bra and panties that matched their personalities. Gina was feminine and girly in purple satin and lace whereas Ashlee was sportier in simple black boy shorts and a plain bra. That didn’t stop Gina from telling her that she looked good enough to eat, then blushing furiously at her own words. The pair laughed and Ashlee reached for Gina, “You’re more than welcome to have a taste any time you like.” Gina playfully tugged at Ashlee’s long blonde braid and gave her a kiss, one that seemed deeper and full of meaning compared to the kisses they typically shared. Gina’s hands settled tentatively on Ashlee’s shoulders and Ashlee pressed closer causing Gina to slide her hands around Ashlee’s shoulders and run her fingers down her girlfriend’s back.

It was Ashlee’s turn to giggle at the almost feather light touch and Gina pulled her closer to simply enjoy the feeling of holding Ashlee without so much clothing in the way. The pair shared a gentle kiss that deepened into more until the women pulled apart, breathless. Ashlee sat up and did away with her bra and grinned at the slightly stunned look on Gina’s face. “You like?” “Oh my, yes. But you’ll have to tell me what you like Ash.” And Gina reached out a single finger tracing around one pert breast then the other. “Just touch me. Try things you think feel good.”

Gina stroked Ashlee’s skin round and round in circles, getting closer to her nipples with each pass. She varied them tempo and pressure of the circles and Ashlee just relaxed into the touch. With a final pass, Gina reached her lover’s nipples and gave them both a little pinch that made Ashlee gasp quietly. Gina liked the noise so she did it again, over and over until Ashlee was panting with desire. Gina had found Ashlee’s favorite erogenous zone, the one that really got her going in a matter of moments. Ash whimpered as Gina leaned over to flick her tongue first across one nipple then the other. “Feels so good. Don’t stop.” So Gina alternated licking and sucking and biting at Ashlee’s nipples listening to the noises she was eliciting and smiling when she saw Ashlee’s hand reach for her own panties. She helped Ashlee kick them off and then stopped to watch as the other woman teased her clit.

Ashlee was gentle with herself, rubbing the nub back and forth, for a moment before dipping her fingers into her pussy and spreading the wetness across her skin. Gina watched fascinated while Ashlee brought herself to orgasm. The movement of her fingers was hypnotizing and watching them slip inside of her made Gina want to touch too. She reached out tentatively and Ashlee’s wet fingers took hers; together four fingers slid back into Ashlee’s warm hole and Gina grinned with delight as her fingers moved back and forth, touching Ashlee as though she might break. Ashlee’s own fingers found their way back to her clit and she ran her free hand through Gina’s hair. “I like you touching me like that. If you go a little faster and harder I’ll come for you.”

Immediately Gina began to increase her movements wanting desperately to see an orgasm up close like this, wanting to feel Ashlee clench around her fingers, and then to lick them clean. As Gina fingered her girlfriend she reached again for her nipples and began to alternate pinching them back and forth until Ashlee abandoned her clit and took over pinching both nipples at the same time. Suddenly she trembled and swore and Gina pinched Ashlee’s clit the way she had been pinching her nipples. That was the edge and Ashlee fell over it, gushing against Gina’s fingers as she gradually slowed her paced and finally stopped altogether. She smiled at Ashlee and sucked her fingers into her mouth. “Mmmm. You taste good. Can I?” Ashlee grinned at Gina and pulled her close for a kiss. “In a bit my love, but first it’s my turn.”

Kink of the Week -Doggy Style – (Rough Games)

He jerked her body back against his, pinning her to him as he mauled her tits with rough hands. He would not be gentle. Not this time. Her nipples were pinched until she cried out half in pleasure, half in pain and he gave a satisfied smile at the sound. His lips met the back of her neck tenderly, before one hand seized her by her long red hair and yanked her head back and baring her throat and shoulder to him. There he kissed and bit, while he idly rolled her left nipple back and forth between his fingers. He pinched down again, waiting for that delicious cry he loved so much.

She felt herself being shoved towards the bed and her body bent over by her hair. Nails raked down her back, little trails of fire that made her writhe and squirm. Fingers dug into her fleshy ass before trailing down to find her dripping slit. “Of course you’d be wet for me, you fucking slut. You like it when I’m rough don’t you?” “You know I do. I like it when you leave marks and bruises and fuck me with that fat cock until I scream. Will you fuck me like that tonight?” Her voice was slightly breathless in anticipation where his had been gruff and hard. All in the spirit of the game they played.

“Get up on the bed. Now.” When she didn’t move fast enough, several smacks were delivered to her ass. “I said move!” And she scrambled quickly all the way onto the bed. In her haste to get where she was told she managed to tangle herself into a heap that left her face down, ass up, and pussy on display. He slid two fingers inside of her pumping them in and out. They could both hear her wetness and feel how her pussy seemed to suck at his fingers, wanting to keep them there. He stroked his cock slowly while he fingered her, just waiting until he knew she was good and close. And he stopped, withdrew his fingers, wiped her wetness against the back of her thigh and before she had a chance to complain he was driving his cock into her.

A deep moan escaped her lips and she braced her body against the bed as his hands dug cruelly into her hips pushing and pulling her along his cock. She managed to reach an arm beneath her body and furiously rubbed at her clit while her fucked her. The moaning and cries of passion grew louder and louder and soon he was shoving her face into bed bed to muffle her noises. It was all she could do to breath and she turned her head halfway hoping to get more air. He held onto the back of her neck, but loosened his grip a bit as he continued to pound into her. Her legs shook and suddenly she bit her tongue to avoid crying out as she gushed her wetness all over his cock. He grinned triumphantly and stopped long enough to pet her hair gently. “Good slut. I want you to do that again.”

And the hard, fast fucking resumed, their bodies slapping together as they met in a frantic rhythm, pushing higher and higher, asking for more and giving the most possible. This time when she orgasmed she did cry out and he groaned in response at the feeling of her body wrapped around him. He fucked her through it never giving her the chance to catch her breath and left her twitching against him. His hands had returned to her hips and he fucked her hard, his own orgasm imminent. When he did finally come in a heady rush of feeling she moaned again, feeling him inside her and another small orgasm shook her body beneath him. She collapsed against the bed as he pulled away and after a quick clean up they settled in for a cuddle. “I love you. Even if you are a dirty slut.” She giggled at him and rested her head on his shoulder. “I love you too.”

Wicked Wednesday – 304 – (A Guard and His Princess…Again)

 

Several months and many arguments later, Adrienne’s father agreed that while she was a princess and would be required to act as such, she was free to live her life as she saw fit provided she brought no shame to them or theirs. Her duties were few and she often conducted them in her own unique ways that only endeared her to people the world over. It seemed that her disappearance and subsequent reappearance was taken in stride and despite the gossip rags best speculations, nothing was ever released on the matter.

Gordon Abbot returned to his duties as just another guard, albeit one with a knack for finding missing objects. He spoke to no one about his time with the Princess. He still saw her from time to time, her hair back to its natural mahogany shade, her blue eyes seemingly happy, but they did not speak. Oh how he wanted to though, just to whisper “Hello, Kitten.” as they passed one another in a hallway. He wondered what she would do if he did it. How she would react. Would it stop her in her tracks? Would she blush remembering the time they shared together? Or would she just move on? That last question was part of what kept him quiet, between that and propriety he knew he wouldn’t say a word. But oh how he missed her.

Adrienne missed him as well. She found herself wishing she knew where he lived when he wasn’t working. She wondered if she could find out, could reach him without the whole palace finding out; casual dalliances would be somewhat unseemly even for the headstrong and willful princess that she was. She cried herself to sleep many nights, wondering what could have been.

Until, once again, fate and circumstance threw Adrienne and Gordon together. She would be going abroad, this time for diplomatic reasons, but after her last disappearance her father decided that having a bodyguard to keep her in check was a good idea and who better than the one who had brought her home to him. Both of them wondered what this trip might hold. They were stiff and formal in front of her family as they left, but once on the plane, the pair began to relax. Slowly they began to chat and Gordon explained more of the backstory behind the trafficking ring she’d found herself caught up in. She found the details to be incredibly terrifying and hoped aloud that she never ended up in a situation like that again. “Not on my watch Princess.” And they were both reminded of what had happened just after he called her that for the very first time.

Suddenly she leaned into him and dared to kiss the side of his neck and along his jawline. Gordon’s eyes closed and his voice was dangerously soft, “You really shouldn’t do that Princess.” “Are you going to stop me?” In response he turned his head towards her and found her lips hotly, urgently, the pent up passion of many months bubbling over. They spent the rest of the plane ride holding on to one another, sharing kisses and touches, and talking about the months previous. He laughed when he realized she was wearing those damn boots again. When the pilot announced they would be landing they pulled apart, reluctantly, and Adrienne smoothed her hair and reapplied lipstick that had long ago been kissed off. She became every inch the polished princess once more. And Gordon tried to push the image of her in nothing but her boots out of his mind.
The landing and trip to the hotel was uneventful, her initial diplomatic meetings bored her, but were quite successful, and she couldn’t wait to finally unwind and relax, hopefully in Gordon’s arms. They hadn’t spoken in hours, except for very cursory exchanges in public and wouldn’t be able to speak freely until Gordon had her safely ensconced in the hotel where the entire top suite was hers for the trip. Upon their arrival he insisted upon searching the entire suite for anything amiss and finally agreed with the impatient Adrienne that nothing was out of place.

Then and only then were they free once more. Adrienne had no idea just how Gordon would react to her actions so before he could even think to stop her she was nude save a tiny thong and barely there bra. She gave a little spin on her tip toes and then stood facing him, her chin lifted in the slightest of challenges. Gordon stared for a long moment before crossing the room to crush her in his embrace. Their lips met again, no less hungry than before and soon he he had stripped of the tiny encumbrances she wore before stopping to remove his own clothes. They fell into bed together and Gordon quickly found himself between her thighs tasting her the way a starving man first tastes food. She writhed beneath him, tangling her hands in his hair and cried out as she came for him. He slid up the bed now and pressing his weight into her, spoke, “Do you want me to fuck you Princess?” “Please fuck me, Sir.” Her voice was soft, but not meek, and there was a sparkle in her eyes that he loved to see. It was something he hadn’t seen in her at all until they were back together.

So he fucked her. Gently at first, teasing her, moving slowly and deliberately while she clung to his shoulders and begged him for more. “That’s right Kitten. Beg for me.” And with his words he felt her body spasm uncontrollably, but not quite reach that peak; that was when he drove his cock inside of her as she begged him to fuck her. Her pretty pussy didn’t want to let go of him and she was gasping for breath. He growled and tangled his fingers in her hair tilting her head back to kiss her neck and shoulders before pulling her back to look at him. “Come for me.” Adrienne cried out his name as she did.

He spanked her til her ass was on fire, she sucked him off. They fucked again and he took her ass while she fingered herself. They played the night away until, finally, exhausted they fell asleep again tangled in each other. Adrienne’s last coherent thought was that if doing this felt so right and was so good then why was it wrong? Just as his eyes closed Gordon wondered if he should tell her that he loved her.