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making it so that she
didn’t want it to end. She wanted it to continue. So she wriggled her bottom
against him, and he took it as a signal that she was ready for his hot, hard
taking.
    She felt his
fingers in her hair, roping the long thick strands around his wrist. And then
he pulled roughly, leaning back on his knees so that she was forced to arch
back till she was balanced on him. His thighs were now underneath hers, and he
began to pump himself up into her pussy. Lost in her dark, bottomless world,
Miranda could only moan and buck; wrapped up in the pleasure he was giving her.
Her discomfort with the corset was irrelevant now, what with that monster of a
cock pushing deeper and deeper into her, pounding against spots within her core
that she’d never known a man could reach. Her bottom bounced up and down on
him, their movements corresponding perfectly.
    He’d let go of
her hair now, this time reaching round for her tits with both hands. Focussing
on the sensations of his touch, she moaned over and over as he tweaked her
rock-hard nipples. His hips were moving like pistons now, pushing his cock even
deeper into her pussy if that were possible. Miranda felt herself blacking out
with pleasure, feeling his large hands squeezing possessively on her bouncing
mounds. He told her gruffly in her ear how much he loved being inside her, and
how good it felt to have her pussy wrapped around his cock so tightly.
    Miranda
shivered in delight at his raunchy words, her hands covering his over her breasts which he was fondling roughly. His thrusts were now
coming fast and choppy, jarring her whole body with the repeated impact. The
intensity of it all was just too much for her, and moments later, her mouth
opened in a soundless squeal as her pussy clenched and released continuously on
his cock with her resonating climax.
    Yes yes yes , she heard him chant, the sound of his voice far away as her brainwaves seemed
momentarily devoid of any sense of time or place. Still he hammered into her,
his growls deepening as he too, finally succumbed to his own epic release. He
held on tight to her in those moments when the world seemed to go the other way
round, and she sank against him, unable to move as he ground into her with one
last, belly-ripping thrust.
    Finally, spent,
he reached up to untie the blindfold, pulling out of her as they fell to the
bed in a collective heap. His breath was coming out in gasps, and she turned
into his arms, feeling the need to soothe him with her kisses. Their lips
joined moistly, and his arm wound around her in that strong, possessive way of
his. His face had that warm, sweat-beaded flush, and now that she could look
into his eyes, she drank in the strange expression that crossed his eyes. But
before she could search further, he reached up and kissed her forehead, and
told her to sleep. She closed her eyes obediently, and in the next moment, she
was off like a light.
     
    ***
    It had happened.
She’d done what she’d feared, prayed she wouldn’t do. She’d fallen in love with
Jude Stone.
    Nothing on
earth could have been worse than discovering that he’d stolen her heart. She
hated herself for it, but she couldn’t stop it from happening. It had crept in
on her and now she had only herself to blame. From one day to the next, she
kept imagining and even wishing that the feeling would ebb, that he wouldn’t be
able to move her as before.
    But it never
happened; with each hour she spent around him, she buried herself in even
deeper.
    They’d arrived
on Monday, and now this was the third morning, a Thursday. There was barely
three days left till they’d have to return to London. After they breakfasted
together down in the hotel’s prestigious restaurant, he suggested mildly if
she’d like to spend the day with him.
    “Don’t you have
any important appointments to attend?” she asked in surprise.
    “I’ll cancel
them,” he said with a shrug. “I want to get more time with you. I’ve