sucked her unmolested nipple.
That one sent her into her spiraling ecstasy. She squirmed, thrashed, bucked to be free from his delicious torture; she wanted to do the same to him, touch him, discover all of his secrets like he discovered hers, but Sven wouldn’t let her. He wrestled her into submission, immobilizing her so he could put his mouth anywhere he wanted to.
Annalise squealed, giggled, and moaned with pleasure as Sven continued his lewd assaults. He marked her flesh with his teeth and buried his face in her cleavage, deeply inhaling her scent as if he couldn’t get enough of everything she had to offer. One by one, the remaining of her wet clothes flew from the bed. She instinctively closed her legs when Sven slid her panties to her ankles.
He chuckled. “What’s the matter? Embarrassed?”
Was she that easy to read?
“You sure you’re not a virgin?”
“Sven!”
He grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth. He slipped his free hand into the juncture of her thighs, where he found she was soaking wet. He stroked her curls and her swollen pussy. “Don’t be shy.” He breathed his words onto her lips. “You’re mine, aren’t you? I can touch you, kiss you, and taste you, anytime I want.” His voice went an octave deeper. “The way I want, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Mine.” His gaze smoldered. “All mine.”
“Yours,” she echoed, mesmerized.
“Damn right.” He played with her curls and felt her wet seam. He found her clitoris and played with it, making her fidgety. “Good?” he asked.
Not trusting her voice, Annalise nodded. The way he rubbed her invoked all kinds of aches within her. Her pussy contracted. Her pulse raced. Heat surged through her veins. The familiar need to reach the peak of pleasure started nagging again.
Slowly he rubbed his finger along her moist lips, then into her opening and inside her. Annalise stiffened. Sven soothed her with soft murmurs. He pushed his finger deeper and deeper until the pad of his palm mashed against her vulva. She swallowed a lungful of air as the muscles of her vagina tightened around his digit.
“Damn it, babe. You’re so fucking tight,” Sven said with a half growl.
She fidgeted again.
He kept grinding his finger against the tight walls of her sex, slicking her cream until she was well lubricated. The pleasure climbed up higher and higher. Annalise clawed his shoulders.
“Sven…”
“That’s right, baby. Come for me.”
Her words became a jumble of incoherent slurs. She coiled, writhed, and tensed while he finger-fucked her faster until a hurricane of pleasure hurled her into another exquisite climax. Her pussy spasmed, and she shivered wildly as she rode the aftermath.
“That’s it. Good girl. I love watching you come.” Sven withdrew his finger and rubbed her wet pussy.
His praise made her smile. Was it really that big of a deal? Did she really make him happy? Sven was so different than Cole. He wasn’t obsessed with satisfying himself. He was a considerate person, and that made her happy. Annalise stroked his cheek and stole a kiss from him.
“Again,” he ordered.
Annalise kissed him one more time.
“More.”
Laughing, she grabbed his collar and pressed her lips onto his, slowly kissing him full of passion. Sven reciprocated the kiss until she felt hot all over again. The needy ache in her pussy returned.
He ran his hand along her body and started unbuttoning his shirt. Annalise tried to help him, but their fingers just got tangled together.
“Let me do it,” he said.
Annalise pulled her hand away. She groped him instead. His chest. His belly. And his groin. She startled. That thing tenting his pants was so hard… so huge. She didn’t know what to feel. She guessed she was supposed to be happy. Most women preferred well-endowed men. Her coworkers at the diner talked about it all the time. But her experience with Cole rather turned her off to sexual encounters the past few years. And now, it
That one sent her into her spiraling ecstasy. She squirmed, thrashed, bucked to be free from his delicious torture; she wanted to do the same to him, touch him, discover all of his secrets like he discovered hers, but Sven wouldn’t let her. He wrestled her into submission, immobilizing her so he could put his mouth anywhere he wanted to.
Annalise squealed, giggled, and moaned with pleasure as Sven continued his lewd assaults. He marked her flesh with his teeth and buried his face in her cleavage, deeply inhaling her scent as if he couldn’t get enough of everything she had to offer. One by one, the remaining of her wet clothes flew from the bed. She instinctively closed her legs when Sven slid her panties to her ankles.
He chuckled. “What’s the matter? Embarrassed?”
Was she that easy to read?
“You sure you’re not a virgin?”
“Sven!”
He grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth. He slipped his free hand into the juncture of her thighs, where he found she was soaking wet. He stroked her curls and her swollen pussy. “Don’t be shy.” He breathed his words onto her lips. “You’re mine, aren’t you? I can touch you, kiss you, and taste you, anytime I want.” His voice went an octave deeper. “The way I want, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Mine.” His gaze smoldered. “All mine.”
“Yours,” she echoed, mesmerized.
“Damn right.” He played with her curls and felt her wet seam. He found her clitoris and played with it, making her fidgety. “Good?” he asked.
Not trusting her voice, Annalise nodded. The way he rubbed her invoked all kinds of aches within her. Her pussy contracted. Her pulse raced. Heat surged through her veins. The familiar need to reach the peak of pleasure started nagging again.
Slowly he rubbed his finger along her moist lips, then into her opening and inside her. Annalise stiffened. Sven soothed her with soft murmurs. He pushed his finger deeper and deeper until the pad of his palm mashed against her vulva. She swallowed a lungful of air as the muscles of her vagina tightened around his digit.
“Damn it, babe. You’re so fucking tight,” Sven said with a half growl.
She fidgeted again.
He kept grinding his finger against the tight walls of her sex, slicking her cream until she was well lubricated. The pleasure climbed up higher and higher. Annalise clawed his shoulders.
“Sven…”
“That’s right, baby. Come for me.”
Her words became a jumble of incoherent slurs. She coiled, writhed, and tensed while he finger-fucked her faster until a hurricane of pleasure hurled her into another exquisite climax. Her pussy spasmed, and she shivered wildly as she rode the aftermath.
“That’s it. Good girl. I love watching you come.” Sven withdrew his finger and rubbed her wet pussy.
His praise made her smile. Was it really that big of a deal? Did she really make him happy? Sven was so different than Cole. He wasn’t obsessed with satisfying himself. He was a considerate person, and that made her happy. Annalise stroked his cheek and stole a kiss from him.
“Again,” he ordered.
Annalise kissed him one more time.
“More.”
Laughing, she grabbed his collar and pressed her lips onto his, slowly kissing him full of passion. Sven reciprocated the kiss until she felt hot all over again. The needy ache in her pussy returned.
He ran his hand along her body and started unbuttoning his shirt. Annalise tried to help him, but their fingers just got tangled together.
“Let me do it,” he said.
Annalise pulled her hand away. She groped him instead. His chest. His belly. And his groin. She startled. That thing tenting his pants was so hard… so huge. She didn’t know what to feel. She guessed she was supposed to be happy. Most women preferred well-endowed men. Her coworkers at the diner talked about it all the time. But her experience with Cole rather turned her off to sexual encounters the past few years. And now, it
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