“Oh please, no, please!”
He moved out from underneath the table then, coming to stand beside her, the cock between her legs beginning to slow as he pressed buttons on the remote. His cock was a rigid pole meeting the resistance of the glass table and she groaned when she saw it, completely spent from the dildo between her legs and still, still wanting his cock. Her tongue snaked out toward it, reaching, although she could only taste the oily glass, a barrier between their flesh.
He stroked her back, grabbed her ass, squeezing, as she tried valiantly to melt the glass with her saliva to reach the flesh of his cock. His fingers moved down the soaking wet, oily crack of her ass, probing the hole the dildo wasn’t moving in and out of.
“Has anyone ever taken your ass, Heidi?”
She twisted to look at him, a motion that wrenched her shoulder, her eyes wide. She gulped and whispered, “No…sir.”
“Good.”
The dildo was gone and Kaiser was behind her, the sweet feel of his flesh so different from the hard plastic cock as he slid it teasingly up and down her sensitive slit. She was almost glad he stayed focused on the tight ring of her asshole, because she didn’t know if her pussy could possibly stand to be fucked any more.
“Relax,” he encouraged gently, sliding a slick finger past her clenched sphincter.
“Oh!” she gasped when he slid another finger in. Even if she hadn’t followed his instruction—relax, she told herself, relax!—he wouldn’t have met with much resistance. Between the oil and the juices from her pussy, she was completely lubed up.
“Here it comes,” he warned her, pressing the mushroom tip of his cock against the puckered crease of her ass. “Nice and easy, now.”
He held her steady with one hand on her shoulder, giving him some leverage, as he pressed his hips forward and slid his swollen, rigid cock bit by bit into that taut space.
“Oh god!” she cried when he was in—all the way in—and her thighs trembled and her ass clenched around his thick hardness. “Please, no… I can’t.”
“Yes you can,” he urged, sliding slowly back out, but not all the way, leaving the head in. “Easy now. It’s okay.” He grabbed the tie holding her restrained hands behind her back and pulled her against him, driving deep, making her yelp in surprise, but the sensation wasn’t pain. In fact, her pussy was still so swollen and wet, his balls slapping there sent a shiver of pleasure through her.
“That’s my girl,” he said, his voice like silk caressing her. “Take that cock up your ass like a good girl.”
“Yes, sir,” she murmured, arching a little and offering it to him.
He groaned at that, grabbing her hips and thrusting in, his cock driving into that tight, humid little hole, not taking anything easy anymore. He fucked her hard and long and before she knew it, she was coming again just from the sensation of his cock plunging deep into her ass, his balls grinding against her pussy and clit.
“I’m going to come!” she gasped, sliding on the surface of the table as he fucked her furiously, grunting with every shove, and she felt him reach his own pinnacle at the same delicious, dizzying moment, burying himself inside and growling as he came, filling her ass deeply with thick geysers of his cum.#p#分页标题#e#
Slowly he untied her, first her hands, and she knew his tie—a five-hundred-dollar Georgio—would be ruined from the oil and knew, too, he didn’t care. She rubbed her wrists as he untied her ankles from the table legs and helped her turn over so she was looking up at him, still standing between her thighs, his shirt on but nothing else. She wanted to reach for him but she didn’t, holding still and waiting for his direction.
She felt his hand cup her slick mound and she moaned softly, biting her lip.
“I want to kiss you,” he murmured, his eyes meeting hers and her breath went away, her heart hammering in her chest. She wanted it, too, more than he could know, but his words dispelled her hope in an instant. “Right here…” His finger moved over her clit and she whimpered.
“Come here.” He pulled her to sitting, unmindful of the oily press of her body staining his Vera Wang shirt as he held her in one arm, the other moving between her ass and the table, pulling her up tight against him, his mouth moving over her neck, whispering into her ear, “You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t even tell you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his cock slowly and surprisingly throbbing to life again against her thigh, wanting to tell him how much she wanted him, how much he had come to mean to her in such a short time, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she feathered kisses over his neck, his jaw, teasing her way toward the mystery of his mouth, and she felt him relenting, moaning softly as she took his cock in her hand and squeezed gently, rubbing the tip with her thumb as her lips found the corner of his mouth.