a post-orgasmic trance.
"I'm not finished yet." He rumbled and in the deep relaxation of her release she barely heard him, barely noticed his hot lips advance upon her, cross her abdomen and then find her breasts, already beginning to harden again under his heat.
But she couldn't ignore him for long.
Soon he was at her neck and shoulders and his hands were pressing down on her own.
"Tell me your name." He said.
She turned her head away from his.
"Tell me your name." He repeated. "Your real name. I want to hear you say it."
His lips continued devouring her, covering her with soft, hot kisses between his words.
"I can't."
"Tell me your name." His abdomen was pressed against hers now and she could feel his cock stiffening between her legs.
She had gripped him before and made him come against his will but this time she felt powerless. Her hands were firmly held by his and her legs were pushed apart by his hips and thighs. He had just pushed her kicking and screaming to orgasm but it looked like he had even further he wanted to take her.
She squirmed beneath him but only made things worse for herself as she felt the chiseled wall of his perfect six pack press against her own soft, needy white flesh.
His cock pressed against her pussy now, not moving; just waiting.
"What are you doing?" She gasped. "What are you waiting for? Just fuck me already. I can’t stand it any longer."
The heat was tantalizing and she knew that with just a soft thrust he would be inside her well-lubricated channel.
"I want to hear you say your true name." He said, his voice hypnotic in her ears.
"I can't." She barely managed to respond.
"Say it Nadia Komerov. Tell me who you are so that I can fuck you and make you mine."
"No." A thrust of desperation went through her and she writhed beneath him inadvertently causing the head of his cock to begin entry. She moaned out against her will.
"Let me take you." He hissed in her ear. "Tell me your name."
"I can't. I'll say anything else. Just fuck me. I want you… want to be yours…"
"Say it."
He began playing with her, pushing in a little and then drawing out, methodical, relentless.
"Say what I want to hear."
"Anything else…"
"Don’t think, just repeat my words."
She opened her eyes and looked down along his powerful back, his muscles rippling and glistening with sweat from the forced restraint of his desire. Every cell in his body was crying out for release within her but somehow he was holding back. His perfect muscular ass moved rhythmically up and down, in and out and each tiny movement sent fiery, uncontrollable sensations of exploding pleasure through her body.
"Oh God." She whispered.
"My name." He said and then waited for her, pushing a little deeper into her.
"My name." She repeated, barely audible.
"Is Nadia Komerov." He said.
"Is Nadia--" He pushed deep inside her causing her to writhe in pleasure but then withdrew slowly.
"Say it." He said intently. "My name is--"
"Nadia Komerov."
"Say the whole thing now."
He was gasping, clearly unable to hold himself much longer. She gripped the part of his cock that was still inside her with her aching pussy and heard him groan.
"No way." He gasped, withdrawing from her before she could lock her legs around his back. "Not this time. Say the words."
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. It was as intense an experience as anything that had gone between them before. This man wanted her like no other she had ever encountered and now he was waiting for this one thing from her before he took her for his own.
"My name…"
Clayton stopped moving, stopped breathing.
"is Nadia Komerov."
His mouth dropped open, his breath resumed, intense and deep, every inhalation pressing his rock hard chest and abdomen against the woman below him, making her crave him even more. He nodded, wordlessly and then began speaking again.
"Good. That's good Nadia, I'm nearly ready now, there's just one more thing."
"God, I can't." She gripped
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