Page 52 of Seduced By Contract

"No," she stubbornly replies.

I approach, determined to make her surrender, but she runs off, escaping me and diving into the water.

I follow and wait for her to resurface. When she does, I scoop her up.

She wraps her legs around me, and I hold her by the neck, pressing my mouth to the soft skin where her shoulder meets her neck. I bite and suck. She moans, giving me a taste of my favorite drug: her pleasure-filled cries.

"I can't fuck you in the water. I'll hurt you."

"Take me back, then. I want you so much."

I walk out with her, my cock completely erect again. With each step, I brush against her entrance, and we both moan.

"Admit that you can't stand the thought of seeing me with someone else."

"I don't care. I just don't want to expose myself to disease," she lies.

I pinch her clit, and she throws her head back, whimpering.

We reach the table, and I move the plate and utensils aside, leaning her over it, her upturned ass exposed to me.

I slide my hand between her thighs; she's very wet. The little devil gets turned on by this war between us for control of the relationship.

"Tell me if it hurts."

She grinds against me, passionate, as I slip inside her entrance.

I make her lean over, and with my feet, I spread her thighs. I enter her slowly, savoring every inch I take from her until my entire cock is pulsing inside her tight pussy.

I pinch her nipples, and she pushes back, moaning.

"You love this, don't you, hot stuff?"

"Oh!"

I grip her ass and thrust deep, but it's not enough.

I give another thrust, harder than before, in a wild rhythm.

"Will you tell me if it hurts?"

"Don't stop. I don't care. I want more."

She tries to push back, but I hold her hips to control her. "Be still. I don't want to hurt you, Madison."

She grinds teasingly. I slap her ass. She whimpers but doesn't stop provoking me. I thrust more, pounding into her forcefully.

I pull out and return to her tight heat, lifting one of her legs to go deeper. She's standing now, and our tongues devour each other as I take her.

I caress everything I can reach. I wish I had multiple hands to touch every part of her: her clit, her breasts, her abdomen, her delicate jawline.

I don't know how long we get lost in each other. It's as if, when I'm inside her, a vacuum opens where hours and minutes hold no significance.

I increase the speed at which I touch her clit because I know I won't last.

"Come with me," I command, biting her ear.

She grinds against me, as if challenging me, but I feel her sex clench, and I know she's very close to orgasm. I fuck her, alternating between long strokes and short ones. She matches each of my thrusts, but finally she trembles, soaking me with her arousal.

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