Two's Company

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Chapter 1
    He slid his cock deep inside her pussy, filling her completely, and she
    moaned softly. It had been so long since she’d been with a man that turned her
    on. Not only did he turn her on, he also knew how make her want more; make
    her come until she screamed. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her head
    back, and bit her on her neck—that sweet spot where it curved into her shoulder.
    Wrapping his other hand around one of her tits, he rolled the nipple between his
    thumb and finger. With her hands tied behind her back, she could do nothing
    but follow wherever he led. While on her knees, he pulled her backward, with
    him behind her, his hard cock still inside of her. He wrapped his arms around
    her and held her firmly against him.
    “You like it rough?” he said against her ear. “You like it when I fuck you
    hard?” He pinched her nipple harder and she winced from the pain. “Answer
    me, bitch! You like it rough, don’t you?”
    “Yes,” she whispered har shly. “I like it rough. Hard. Fuck me.”
    He pushed her forward and she fell onto the bed face first with her ass
    high in the air. He grabbed her by the hips and slammed his dick into her over
    and over, pulling her against him with every forward thrust. She fought to
    control the pleasurable moan escaping her lips. She liked the control he held over
    her, craved the sensation of her body jolting with every hard stroke. He pulled
    the bonds from her wrists, freed her hands, and pulled out of her. Lying down
    on the bed, he held his arms out. She came down on top of him, their mouths
    fusing together. He fucked her mouth with his tongue while his hands roamed
    over her back, her ass.
    “Turn around,” he said. She straddled him, facing his feet. “Raise your ass
    Positioning her bottom over his dick, she came down hard, sheathing him
    inside her. With a hand on each cheek, he squeezed as she rode him, dictating
    her rhythm and speed. Using her hands for leverage, she gripped his ankles and
    pumped up and down. On the down ward stroke, she squeezed her cunt muscles
    together, and on the upward stroke released them until just the head of his cock
    remained inside her. Then she clenched her muscles again, gripped him tightly
    and slid down the length of his dick. The heat built inside her until she could
    take no more. Lying forward across his thighs, she shuddered, squeezed his
    ankles harder, and came. Her pussy juices leaked out and ran down his cock.
    Using his thumbs, he massaged her opening as he pushed against her
    puckered ho le and slid his cock from her cunt into her ass. She jerked as the wide
    head penetrated, stretching her. Then she sat up and slid down his cock, her tight
    sphincter muscles squeezing him like a vise. Sliding slowly up and down at first,
    she soon increased the speed. As big as his cock was, her ass accommodated him,
    stretched around him, and sucked him in. Sounding like someone in the throes of
    a heart attack, his breaths came heavy and labored.
    When his nails raked over her back and sank into the flesh of her hips, she
    reached between his legs and grasped his balls. The heavy sack was drawn up
    tight against his body, urging him into release. With one fast, hard upstroke, his
    body stiffened and he held tight against her, shooting his wad deep inside of her.
    “Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move,” he panted.
    Stepping into the shower, he rinsed off and washed the shit off his dick.
    Even the condom hadn’t helped with the mess or the smell of pussy and sex. He
    scrubbed his body, dried off and quickly dressed.
    Looking sleepy and completely sated, she asked, “Can I see you again?”
    He shoved an arm into his jacket. “You have my number. Just give me a
    call and leave a message.”
    “No,” she said. “I meant, can I see you again in the real world? You know,
    like a real date?”
    Adjusting his jacket, he smiled and heard her breath catch. “I wish I could,
    but I’m not allowed

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