Free The Mistress - an Erotic Noir Novel by J. E. Keep, M. Keep

mind.
The numbness in her hands, the tightness of her thigh muscles all
melted away as he pressed his warm body into hers.
    “I love you, daddy,” she murmured, and felt her body
flush with the false confession.
    It did the trick on him it seemed, for her words made him groan in
such deep satisfaction and ignited a fury of desire so intense it was
startling. The normally soft spoken professor raising himself up,
clutching her breast and thrusting into her with such intensity. The
loud smack of their bodies rutting filling the air as he grunted out
a return “I love you my sweet child.” Her tit flesh
squeezed out between his fingers and thumb as his sac slapped against
her noisily.
    The change in him made her crave more, and in the light of the
room she gasped out, “I wanted this for so long, but I didn’t
know how to ask for it.” She swallowed, shimmying beneath him
to try to better grab her full chest, those perky nipples pressing
into his palm.
    Her necklace fell back around her neck, making it look like the
jewels were choking her throat, and they glinted in the dim light of
the lamp.
    “Ohhh me too,” he groaned out with such ecstasy, the
intensity of his fucking so strong. He stabbed his throbbing cock
into her again and again, clutching her breast hard as he angled
himself inside her. It was fierce and so out of place on the usually
mild-mannered doctor, but he went at her with such depths of desire
she could swear he was forty years younger.
    Her whimpers and moans surrounded them, filling the air with such
delightful sounds and scents, their coitus taking over the room. It
was sweet bliss for the young college student, her mind growing hazy
as he fucked her harder and harder, and all she wanted was for more.
    “Daddy,” she whimpered, the sound so loving and
tender.
    He took his time with her, drawing out the experience for as long
as he could. Though she felt his perspired body and heard his heavy
breathing as he carried on so long, his stamina petering out even as
he prolonged his exquisite bliss inside her with their play. “Daddy
needs you so bad, sweetie,” he groaned. “Don’t tell
anyone... don’t tell them daddy fucked you.”
    She gasped at his curse but quickly nodded. “I won’t.
I wouldn’t!” she promised, her voice sounding so deep
with her own lust and the long, drawn out experience. She had been
panting for so long, her throat felt so tight and constrained.
    Forcing his mouth to hers so roughly his cock spasmed inside her,
she could feel the long mounting orgasm in him abruptly erupt. With
wild, erratic thrusts he hilted himself inside her and flooded her
slick canal with his seed, letting loose such deep cries of
satisfaction as he emptied his loins into her cunny until he finally
broke their kiss to gasp and pant.
    She writhed below him, but her bindings kept her so sternly in
place as she tried to force him so deep within her body. He hit
against her womb, against the protective device, and her toes curled
in ecstasy. “Daddy!” she screamed as his mouth left her.
It was loud, and she quickly sucked in her breath as if to take back
the word.
    Resting his chest against her large bosom, he panted and kissed
her again, then again. It was all he could do to grind his cock into
her through her pleasured cry, clenching and squeezing her breast
until her peak was surmounted. “There’s my sweet girl,”
he cooed all the way through.
    Her nerves had been worked into such a state, and it didn’t
take long, not with his sweet words and his dirty bondage. She whined
and gasped as her body clenched around him, feeling so tight and
moist.
    The entire evening had been completely over stimulating, and her
crescendo was intense, crashing down with another incestual utterance
before she lay beneath him, panting for air.
    Hearing her gasp so, he reached for the bindings, untying her arms
in a quick release, then moving to her legs. Freeing her he touched a
hand to her cheek and kissed her