Page 57 of Twisted Knight

She walked silently to the wooden table and leaned on it, tilting her head to the side to look at me.

I kept my eyes on her as I undid my belt and removed it through the hoops of my pants and wrapped it very slowly around my fist.

I walked a little closer to her as I opened my pants, bringing them and my underwear down just enough to free my hard steel cock.

She licked her lips again, rubbing her legs together.

“You want my ten inches, don’t you, Dolcetta?”

She nodded against the table, licking her lips once again. I was pretty sure she was replaying the blow job she gave me yesterday, how she made herself choke on my cock.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. If I keep thinking about that, I'll come before entering her, and that would be the worst crime.

“Put your wrists together on the table ahead of you.”

She did as she was asked, completely submitting to my demands. It had to be a dream; I could not be this lucky.

I leaned over her, resting my cock on her backside. She was not just wet; she was positively soaked, her arousal seeping through her panties wetting my balls. Oh, she was more than ready for me.

I pressed my chest against her back, making her feel my weight, my power as I wrapped the belt tightly around her wrist, keeping one end in my hand.

I thrust my hips forward a couple of times, mimicking sex as my cock rubbed between our bodies.

She let out a little mewl of want.

“Tell me what you want, Dolcetta,” I whispered against her ear, as I thrust.

“You… Please, Dom, I want you,” she begged.

“Me? What part of me?”

She let out a moan.

I thrust again. “Answer the question, India; which part of me do you want?”

“Your cock, deep inside of me,” she replied in a breath.

I kept my chest on her back but moved my hips just enough to pull up her dress and pull down her panties.

I nudged her foot to spread her legs a little wider and stood up, pulling the belt with me, forcing her to arch her back as her arms were pulled back.

I ran my hand on the curve of her ass, the dip of her hips. She shivered under my touch.

I brought my hand forward, running my fingers between her heated wet folds.

I grabbed the condom from my back pocket and opened it with my teeth, my hands shaking with desire as I rolled it on my painful cock.

She let out a whimper as I entered her with my forefinger; she was so warm and ready my finger slid right in. I added a second finger, and she tensed her inner muscle, trying to pull me deeper inside her.

“You’re so ready for me.”

She let out an incoherent noise that sounded like a moan and a plea.

I removed my fingers, placed my aching cock at her entrance, and I entered her in one forceful thrust while pulling hard on the belt, forcing her torso off the table as I impaled myself in her, all softness and tenderness flying out the window.

All I could hear was the caveman in me shouting I needed to possess this woman, claim her like she’s mine in every way possible.

And if I believed the shout of pleasurable pain she let out when my cock forced its way down her tight channel, she wanted that too.

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