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Almost as if she had read my mind, Je
"Fuck me harder, Fi
I pushed myself even deeper into her, deeper than I thought possible. So deep I thought I felt her heart beating with mine. She moaned so loud that I thought all of Vegas would hear.
"Tomorrow when you're so fucking sore you can barely walk, I want you to remember who made you feel that way." I slammed myself into her, letting go of all my inhibitions, wanting to give it to her exactly how she wanted.
"That's all you've got? Harder," she growled and pulled me closer to her with bound arms. So I did. Firecracker.
I didn't know how much more of me I could give her before I came. When I felt the build, Je
She slid her sweaty body from mine, and I bent down so she could unhook her arms from behind my neck. I untied the rope around her wrists and removed the blindfold from her eyes. Brown eyes stared into mine. I smiled as I leaned in and kissed her.
"Told you I could fucking handle you, Mr. Felton. The question is, can you handle me?"
That dirty little mouth turned me on, and I held back a smile as I narrowed my eyes on her. If she kept on, I'd make her think twice about that statement.
"Tell me how much you can handle me after tomorrow, when every inch of your insides reminds you of how hard you were fucked tonight."
"Deal," she said, and stalked to the stairs. "You're coming, right?"
"I already did." Then I followed her up the stairs.
Je
Love.
Eight
I woke up and rolled over in bed hoping to find Fi
See you after work. Can you handle more of me?
He must have snuck out early this morning and gone home to change. I never heard him leave. The pounding he gave me knocked my ass out.
When I stood, I would have been lying if I said I didn't feel sore. Every bit of me ached, a reminder that he had been there and done that. And oh did he do that. The way he pi
God, just thinking about him turned me on. I wanted morning sex, because I was way too horny to handle this today. Once I tasted designer, I really did need more. Fi
I looked at the clock. Eleven. Half the day had passed. I picked up my phone and texted Fi
Me: What are you doing for lunch?
Fi
Me: Want to do me?
Fi
After fifteen minutes, the doorbell rang. I wasn't used to all of the furniture or things in the house. It felt like a vacation home that I took over. It would take time to get used to the change.
I opened the door. He smiled and loosened his tie. I had nothing to take off. After the removal of his suit jacket, tie, pants, and boxers, Fi
Then he bent me over and took me from behind over the kitchen bar. Ru
"When will you learn to shut the fuck up?" I asked.
A hard hand crashed onto my ass cheek. The pain swept through me and brought urgency to a new level.
"I'll shut the fuck up when I feel like it," he said. Then he gave me a reach around and played with my clit. Minutes later, I came again. Panting and sighing, and allowing my heart to beat so fast that I thought it might explode.
"Tell me where you want me to come," he said.
"In my mouth." I dropped to my knees and blinked up at him. I saw the ghost of a smile on his face.
When he inserted himself into my mouth, I tasted my sweetness on him. I pulled him deeper, wanting him to know that I enjoyed him. Fi
"You are so deliciously naughty." His English accent made me want him all over again.
"You're the best lunch I've ever had," I said.
"Isn't that my line?"
Then he dressed in his Burberry suit, black tie, and kissed me on the cheek.
"So did you feel any different today?"
"I feel you every time I move."
"Of course you do," he said, then he was out the door. Shortly after, I heard V zooming down the street.
That was the best fucking quickie I have ever had—actually the first, but the best by far.
I sat on the couch, butt naked, with a stupid grin on my face. Fi
The faint sound of music came from upstairs, and I ran to answer my phone.
Breathlessly I answered and heard Lori's soft voice on the other line.
"Lunch today, right?"
"Yeah, give me thirty minutes."
I ran to the shower and stopped when I entered. The separate shower with dark teal tile and the deep tub with jets made my decision hard. Which one would I choose? Shower it was, I would get lost in that bathtub.
At that moment, I realized that Jesse was right. People could actually smell like sex. Fi
I lifted my arms to wash my hair, and felt the soreness in my whole body. Every inch hurt, even my wrists. Fi
I lathered soap and washed everywhere. The warm water relaxed my tense muscles and finally I was clean. After toweling off, I opened the closet that co