Free The Devil's Good Intentions by Kari Miller

area, pick up the plate that she had hurled at him earlier and seat himself down to finish his coffee. Once his coffee was done, he went to wash up.
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    Katherine’s body was on fire. She felt her muscles spasming with the need he had driven into her. Her breasts were tingling. Her skin was aflame. Her entire body was humming for release and it was taking every ounce of will power to not beg him to come back to the bed and finish what he had started.
    She was pretty sure he was in the seating area and wondered if he sat there watching her, or if he had gotten bored and decided to leave her to cool down while he finished his breakfast. Why didn’t he at least pleasure himself with her before leaving? He had started something that only he could finish, how could he just walk away like that? She was horrified at what he was doing to her at first, but then she felt her senses flame out of control and the only thing that existed was his touch. She found herself wondering if he would use his lips, teeth, or his fingers next and then would wonder where he would touch her next. Was he looking at her face, breasts or her mound? Was he as turned on as she was? Now that she knew he was nowhere near her, she wondered why she hadn’t been more firm in her protests and if she had, would he have listened? Did she want him to? He was right that she wanted him in such a shameful manner, was this his way of proving his point? Should she be angry right now instead of eager for him to touch her again? When he spread her legs, did he like what he saw or was he disgusted by her obvious arousal? By teasing her, the way he had, was that his way of mocking her? And even more disturbing was that every minute that he was away from her, she felt her body growing more and more restless with lust.
    She cried out when she felt the tip of his teeth clamp down on her nipple and then the gentle kiss to ease the pain. How did he get over to the bed without her hearing him? How long had been standing there?
    Again she felt the bed dip down and him move between her legs. He leaned over her and it sounded as though he took a pillow. That was confirmed when he lifted her hips and placed the pillow beneath her lower back. Gripping her ankles, he lifted her legs straight up into the air and then clasped both ankles in one hand while pushing them forward. He kept her in that position for what felt like ages. Even though she was blind folded, she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her bottom lip. Her legs trembled beneath his grip and to her utter embarrassment; she felt a trickle of her arousal drip down, past her anus and onto the sheet. When she felt his shaft prodding at her opening, she held her breath. She wanted this so badly. She wanted him to thrust inside her and join their bodies together. She wanted him wild in his love making like he was the night before. She heard the wanton sounds escaping from her mouth as he held his position and couldn’t control her response to him no matter how hard she tried to fight it. He slowly slid his shaft up her slit so that the crown of his cock rested on her nub, before slowly sliding it down again. The walls of her pussy clenched in anticipation and she knew that he could see her reaction, making her face flush. He moved his shaft against her again and then again as though it was his fingers caressing her. Applying a little more pressure, he circled his shaft around her bud causing her to cry out his name. She was just on the tip of ecstasy once again and her body was crying out for release. He had removed his shaft from her again but still held her legs together and pushed back, so that her mound was still exposed to his eyes. She almost exploded with need and opened her mouth to tell him to quit his slow torture, but instead heard herself crying out “Salvador Please!”
    She was instantly impaled by his primitive thrust and cried out again as he thrashed into her with a wild frenzy. She couldn’t hold back her cries,