Page 23 of Stolen By the Enemy

As I thrust deeper, she gets wetter, moving her hands up to her hair and then over her breasts and those hard nipples poking through her shear bra.

I watch her, but my hands stay under her hips, keeping her pelvis just slightly lifted. I know that this is hitting all of the right spots. I’ve practiced it many times.

“Fuck!” Grazia screams, and I can’t help but go faster, deeper, and grip her even tighter.

I’m satisfied that I’ve made her enjoy it, but now my only thoughts are on making sure I fuck this girl so hard that I am never distracted by her again.

I pull out of her quickly and can hear the gasp of shock coming from her.

Lifting her body, I move her over to the corner of the room and bend her over the small desk, knocking a lamp over in the process.

I hold her head down from behind and enter her again, this time not as gently as I had before.

Grazia lets out a louder moan, and then many more as I fuck her from behind, gripping the back of her neck with one hand and her hip with the other.

I thrust harder and can hear the desk knocking against the wall with every move, Grazia has lost control of her breathing, each breath comes out loud and primal.

I know that I’m not being quiet either, but that’s the privilege of having a house with no neighbors.

The sound of the desk rattling is annoying me, so I pick Grazia up again and decide to move her into the dining room.

“This is where you were lying naked today. Now I’ll have my own meal of you,” I say to her.

She looks at me with glazed brown eyes, her cheeks flushed and her hair a mess. I’m about to make her orgasm like she never has before.

I lay her down on the table and take a seat at the head, her ankles coming around my neck.

She tries to sit up, but I place my hand on her breasts, and she lays back down.

Pulling my chair in, I move my head between her legs and begin my own feast, twirling my tongue down and across and inside and out.

I can feel her thighs tightening near my head and hear her gasping in pleasure.

I keep going until I can tell she’s cum. Her entire body is shaking when I lift my head up.

Good, I think to myself, she should feel what it means to try and seduce a man like me.

I leave her on the table and get up to put some music on.

For every time she danced around naked today, I’m going to make her orgasm tonight.

As much as I need to not be tempted by her anymore, I need her to stop trying to seduce me as well.

As I come back into the dining room, she’s standing next to the table.

I take her hand and lead her into the kitchen, lifting her bare ass onto the counter. I watched her in here, cooking in nothing but an apron.

I slide my hand around her back and snap her bra off finally, releasing her breasts and immediately placing my mouth over one of them. I give it a gentle suck, then a tug.

Grazia moans deeply, and then I wrap my teeth around the nipple again and tug.

“Oh!” Grazia exclaims, shocked, and I wonder if that was too hard for her.

But I do the exact same thing to the other breast, just to see if I get the same reaction. I do.

Once I’m done playing with her, I slide my cock into her, and she wraps her legs around my waist.

Despite the shaking orgasm she’s just had, she’s more than ready for me again.

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