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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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As I approached the bed, almost trembling with anticipation at the chance to finally touch Sarah once more, she had that wicked grin on her face that I’d come to adore.
She reached out, grabbed me, and pulled me hard onto the bed. I heard my wife gasp, and glanced in her direction, but she didn’t move to intervene, and I was powerless to object as Sarah took charge and threw me onto my own bed as if it was hers. In many ways, it now was.
As a lay there she ran her hands along my body, almost as if she was measuring up a possession, assessing its suitability and reasserting her ownership. She looked up, confidently locking eyes with my wife, and for the first time shared that wink with her.
It said, as clear as any words, he’s been mine for some time. I’m just letting you know now. And you’re powerless to change that.
I couldn’t exactly argue.
My cock stood rigid, hard and twitching with every caress, and I felt once again that her simple touch melted me, dissolved any link back to reality. All I wanted was Sarah; all I wanted was to see her take some pleasure in my service.
Again, those fluid, flowing, electric movements, she seemed to flow around me and fill all my senses at once until there was nothing else. All thought of my wife sitting silently in the corner had gone. Sarah quickly slipped my belt from my trousers and with a wicked grin told me to raise my hands above my head.
She looped the belt round my hands, then around the headboard, leaving me trust and lying on the bed, my twitching cock the only thing moving.
She straddled me, just as she had done with my wife in the club a few hours early and sat on top of me, bending down to kiss me.
Still with her stunning night-out makeup and that dark mascara, she looked incredible sitting astride me and I kissed her back, straining at the belt and aching to touch her, but she shook her head, stilled my hands and kissed me again, deeper and harder, her tongue against mine then sucking mine hard and demanding.
She reached a confident hand to my aching cock and moved it towards her. I had dreamt of this countless times, yet knew she’d already told me it wasn’t going to happen.
I went to speak, but she touched one finger to my lips, and whispered in my ear, “Turns out I’m not such a good girl after all hon. Just shut up.”
The sensation of her against me was overwhelming and I gasped in pleasure as she sat down on me, the length of me disappearing inside her tight, perfect body as she arched her back, flicked back that perfect haircut and let out a long sigh.
The sensation of my cock throbbing against her tight moist body was beyond even my darkest, passionate dreams. For a moment she sat still, straddling my body and enjoying the sensation of me filling her.
Then she began to grind against me, keeping every inch of me inside her as she moved against me, writhing slowly, like a smoke flowing over me. It was intoxicating and I began to move my hips.
Sarah grinned and kissed me again, enjoying the knowledge that I wanted to take her. I felt that we were in that incredible spot between raw fucking and making love, and I wanted it, and her, more than anything.
She began to ride me, still on top and still in charge, her hands reaching up to hold mine as she began to ride me, confident, assured and, like a dancer, every movement seemed coherent, meaningful and certain. Nothing was wasted, no movement didn’t bring me closer to ecstasy.
Again she kissed me, then nibbled on my ear. “Cum for me. Cum in me,” she demanded.
And as if she was in total control of every single element of my body, I instantly met her demand, shuddering and groaning in utter pleasure as I came inside her, consumed by the sensation of her greedily grinding against me and feeling we were melting together as I filled her.
She was glistening and grinning in joy, kissed me once more and again whispered in my ear. “Good boy. Looks like you really are mine now. I might even be yours too a little bit.”
She bit me hard, once on the neck and ran a sharp nail down my chest as if marking me out as hers permanently, drawing a tiny fine bead of blood.
She undid the belt and lay down beside me, her body along mine. Then she looked over to my wife and patted the other side of the bed. Wordlessly my wife obeyed and came and lay on the other side of Sarah, the three of us entwining arms and legs, lying there in our bed with Sarah between us and drifting off to sleep. |
