Free Crimes of Passion : An Erotic Romance Story by Eldia Sanchez

helped him off with his shirt, and undid his pants. When he laid back on the bed, she eagerly climbed on top of him.
    “You’re so big she said,” taking him in her hand. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to please you.”
    Addison took Stride’s cock deep in her mouth. Stride groaned as he felt her take him to the back of her throat. Her mouth was so wet, and she sucked on him with all the fervor of one of his prostitutes. He was amazed by her skill. She took her time, wrapping her tongue around every part of him: gliding her tongue up and down his shaft, taking the time to nibble on his head, even taking his firm testicles one at a time into her mouth while she stroked his cock with her other hand. At first she took him slowly, but as Edmund’s hand tightened in her hair and he moaned in ecstasy, she built speed.
    “Fuck… fuck” he said as the beautiful girl went down on him. If only he knew she had this much talent.
    “ Mmmm,” her lips hummed as she slipped back and forth.
    “Stay still,” he said, grabbing the back of her head. Stride began to eagerly fuck her mouth. Addison made noise, but she didn’t pull away. Edmund’s sex was raw and primal in comparison with Kelly. Cum was already dripping down her legs.
    “Come up here,” he finally said, and he felt her wetness on his legs. “Be a good girl and sit on my cock.”
    “I would rather have you on top of me,” she said, flashing Stride a devious grin.
    Stride mounted her in the same way Kelly had, and he groaned as soon as he pushed himself inside of her. Her pussy was warm and tight, and wet with desire, and Stride lost all control as he fucked her.
    Addison became extremely vocal, crying out like an animal as he thrust in her, spiking Stride’s arousal.
    “Harder,” she said and Stride was honored to oblige. Her tits bounced and the bed slammed against the wall. She dug her nails into him, setting Edmund’s skin on fire. “Yes, yes. Fuck me Edmund, fuck me!”
    Her legs wrapped tightly around his chest and he fell on top of her.
    She looked deep into his eyes and commanded in a sadistic voice, “I want you to force yourself in me Edmund. I want you to force me.”
    Blood surged to Edmund’s erection as she voiced her dark desires. She was a filthy whore at heart, just like the rest of them. Edmund held her hands above her head and penetrated her as hard as his body would allow , cutting off the circulation to her wrists. She bit her lip and bore down to meet his thrusts.
    “Not there,” she said, voicing her indignation, and she pushed against Edmund so he would release her. He sat back and watched in disbelief as Addison turned her ass up to him and began to diligently finger her pussy.
    “There,” she said, pointing to her asshole as her hips rocked back and forth. Stride couldn’t believe the kinky requests his blushing fiancée was making, but her tightness was calling to him.
    He pressed his hand against her abdomen, and she screamed as he fit himself in. Her body relaxed as he pressed deeper , and she massaged herself as he penetrated her.
    “Force me,” she said as he banged away. “ Call me your filthy whore.”
    Stride was aroused by her aggressive desire to role-play; he would’ve said anything she wanted. “Only filthy whores take it in the ass. You like it don’t you love? You like that.”
    His ass clenched as he slipped in and out the tight space, she nodded, grunting as he pounded her. Stride felt his orgasm quickly approaching. Addison reached for his hand, and when he gave it to her she placed it on her throat.
    “ Choke me,” she said again, and pushed his hand to squeeze.
    For a moment, Stride became terrified, flashing back to repressed images of Ella Monroe and Melody Young, but Addison refused to let him pull away. Stride was conflicted by the haunting memories of the dead girls and his unspeakable desire to control a woman beyond her capacity. Addison was his, she was his whore, and she wanted