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.“You, Master! I want you.Inside me.”“I have possessed your mouth and your ass, slave.Do you wish me now to possess your pussy?”She arched her back as his fingers now trailed along her stomach and stopped, petting the hair covering her mound.“Yes, Master.I want you to take possession of me—all of me.”He smiled and let his fingers continue downward, caressing the wet lips of her pussy.She wriggled under his touch and he needed to remind her again.“You may not move, slave.I have commanded it.”For answer she moaned in frustration, but lay still.His finger slid along her clit and she cried out again, but did not move.Ever so slowly, his slid his finger inside her, feeling her warmth and willingness to have him.Sliding his body down the bed, he dragged a pillow along with him.“Lift your hips,” he commanded.When she quickly complied, he pushed it under her bottom, raising her to a more convenient level.Now he leaned down and she could feel his breath on her pussy lips.No one had ever eaten her before—ever.She felt his tongue slide over and between her lips and gasped as it found her clit.“Oh, Master! I’m going to come!”“No, you aren’t.Not yet.You will hold it until I say so.Understood?” His voice was muffled by her legs.She didn’t know if he saw her nod, but she didn’t trust her voice.Instead she grabbed the sheet under her hands, holding on as if for dear life.Phillip’s tongue licked along her pussy, over her clit, then down again, parting the lips as they went.He had tasted several women in his life and each one had their own distinctive scent and taste.Sarah was slightly salty, her musky scent filling his nose as he flicked his tongue out to lap up a generous portion of her juices.There was no doubt the woman liked his handling of her.Again that full feeling of satisfaction settled in his belly as he pushed deeper with his tongue.Sarah felt his tongue enter her, possessing her the way he’d possessed every other part of her.Her breasts heaving, she held back tears as she tried desperately not to come.And then he was leaning over her.“Are you ready for me, slave?”“Yes, Master.Please!” She ended on a scream as he thrust into her, possessing her body with his cock.He pulled out his entire length and pushed into her again.She moaned, her body writhing, her control in tatters.“Now, slave.Put your arms around me now and come with me.”Yes! She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, opening up for him, letting him in, riding him as he rode her.His mouth covered hers and his tongue entered her as she responded with passion.Sarah tasted herself on his tongue—a taste she’d never known before.Abandoning reason and thought, she opened herself to him and gave him her entire being.Eagerly her tongue sought his, wanting to lick her own juices from his mouth.He slammed into her body, forgetting to be gentle as the lion inside of him responded to the submissiveness that now awakened in her.Together they reached their climax and Sarah felt Phillip’s cock pulse as he emptied his seed inside her—marking her—making her his own.The realization made her climax again—he had claimed her; she was his.Over and over they rocked together, their voices groaning as one as their orgasms ran their course.Afterward, they lay entwined for an eternity—for time had ceased to have meaning.How long they made love, she did not know—did not care to know.He explored her with his mouth and she did the same to him—wanting to know every inch of him.Phillip’s fingers gentled, letting his tongue bathe her skin; making her shiver in the waning moonlight.Sarah too, joined in the bath—sucking his nipples and tasting the hollow that ran from his neck to his stomach.But as the fire of their passion lit anew, his fingers grew more insistent and her mouth more eager.When he grew hard once more, he took her, at her fervent invitation.Their bodies almost spent, this time they rode the gentle waves of an orgasm together, softly rocking in each other’s arms.He came inside her again, and Sarah felt the sticky wetness add to the ample amount of come already between her legs.Too tired to move, the two fell asleep, her head on his chest, his arm around her waist.* * * * *She woke up in the morning uncuffed.Surprised, she sat up, examining her empty wrists.How odd they felt.The water shut off in the shower and she waited for him, expectantly.The door opened and he came into the bedroom, toweling his hair dry and completely naked.Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his muscular body.With a sudden lurch, she realized this was the first opportunity she had been given to see him totally nude.Yesterday morning he was already dressed by the time she awoke.And during their lovemaking in the afternoon, she had felt his naked skin next to hers, but he had been behind her the entire time.Last night she glimpsed him in the moonlight.This morning, he stood there in all his glory.And glorious he was.Those broad shoulders, now shirtless, lived up to the potential discovered by the exploration of her fingers the night before.She knew those shoulders to be hard-packed and tight with power.His wet hair dripped onto his skin and droplets rolled down along his chest; her eyes followed the little trail of water as it coursed along his smooth, well-muscled chest to gather in the little hollow in the center of his flat stomach [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]