insecurity is instantly lost in overwhelming bliss as his fingers slip beneath the sodden fabric. He drags it back to nibble my hard clit and grind his chin into my spread pussy as his fingers swirl around the juices at my entrance.
His restraint won't hold and much as he wants to tease me and make me whimper for him, his urge to plunder my deep channel wins through. He pushes his fingers inside me. I let out a little scream as he stretches me open into unbelievable uplift of joy.
His fingers corkscrew into me, over and over, pummeling my tunnel while he lightly bites and nips the hard bud of my clit. Already the twangs of explosion gather in my pussy lips and he maneuvers my body expertly and easily over the edge into spasms of searing bliss.
I'm still panting and gasping when he undoes the belt shackling one wrist. I tenderly reach for his cheek but he twizzles me beneath the tie onto my stomach.
“Get on your knees,” he orders and I immediately do so, thrilling with anticipation as he ties the belt tighter, both my arms spread wide at my sides.
He tears my underwear down my thighs to my knees and with both palms covering my ass cheeks, spreads me apart while his tongue licks the length of my slit. A series of convulsions powers through me like mini aftershocks of delight.
He's nowhere near done playing his virtuoso concerto on my body. When he finishes stroking his tongue up and down the entire length of the crevasse between my legs, I'm shivering, awestruck.
No one has ever licked me across both holes with such gusto. No man has ever swirled his tongue around my tight rear hole like that, making me quiver with forbidden euphoria. I am almost delirious with rapture.
When Mark has raised me back to the point of detonation, he pulls the trashed sodden underwear off my legs and spreads my legs wide. My face buried in the silk pillows he'd pulled down the bed for me, my breasts caressing the silk coverlet making my nipples peak. My ass stretches high in the air on the edge, with my sex spread wide open to his gaze.
My hands are firmly tethered and I'm under his complete control. I howl into the pillow with utter abandon as his cock shoves hard into my pussy. Filling me to the absolute max, he stretches my hungry tunnel open.
It's almost the first time all over again. It's been so long my walls have contracted from lack of plundering. His fingers reach around my hipbones and drag me back toward him. He strokes back and forth, harder and faster make me shudder with waves of bliss.
I sense the immense power in his arms as he raises me up from the bed. The tethers at the bed posts rise up the post so my arms spread open. I'm impaled onto his shaft, my arms spread wide in their bindings like a crucifixion. Mark grips me firm and molds my engorged tits in his heavy grasp.
He grinds his wide blade deeper into me as far as he can enter and then a tiny bit more. I've never taken a cock so deep inside me. It feels amazing to open up so wide and deep and be so ridiculously full.
He massages my breasts hard, with both hands pressing the length of my spine back into his solid chest, my head against his face so we're pressed into each other skin to skin from tip to almost toe.
I want, need, to feel him on every part of me at the same time. I need to binge on his body, feel him in every one of my senses, every pore cell and nerve ending. I would never get enough of the being that is Mark Cappelo.
He is mine. All mine.
I gasp and wail out loud as he clamps me to him. His forearm strapped across one breast while he mangles the other. With his free hand he unclips the manacles and carries me across the room, still impaled on him, sailing ahead of his powerful thrust.
He covers the width of the palatial bedroom at speed and when we reach the window I stretch my arms out to halt us as we slam into the glass door. I am pressed into the pane by the power of his body inside me and he trails across the curve of my stomach and
Saxon Andrew, Derek Chiodo