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Well, satisfying forme,anyway.

“Look in my eyes.”Words. Words are terribly difficult to say as I spend so much lustful energy thrusting forward between Alessa’s spread thighs. “You know you fucking want to.”

I blindfolded her with my scarf last time. Now, I bind her wrists together with the silk rope, placing her hands above her head and taking full control.

I don’t need to take off my dress and bra. It’s more important that I get inside her, feel her legs squeezing around my waist, and entice her to let go and ride this with me. I’m hoping it will take at least a few minutes of thrusting. Not only do I want to enjoy it…

I wantherto enjoy it.

Her mouth opens, silently pleading, the strap-on now so deep within her that I’m not sure how much more she can take. Friday night she took three of my fingers, my hand rubbing against her every time I thrust forward. That was in a more awkward position against my desk. Now I have her on my bed, the way humans have been fucking for thousands of years.

My fists grab her breasts. All I can think about is pounding her until she can’t walk.

Think I’ll do that.

“Oh, my God!” I haven’t told her to keep quiet, and I’m not going to. I want her chomping on her bottom lip, moaning like my tainted princess while I plunder her depths and make her mine.All mine.

I’m in a place where no other has been. The thrill gets to me. Her body captivates me.

I can’t explain what goes through my head when I’m fucking a woman who does to me what Alessa does. My mind goes blank. A thousand thoughts explode in the back of my brain, but I don’t retain them. I can’t. I’m so focused on her that everything is wiped from me. The only remnants I recall are based on the most primal, the most animalistic aspects of sex.Fuck her. Make her come. Make her make you come.Make her feel you, make her know you own her. You possess her. She’s all yours. Yours, Jules, yours. She wants you like she wants air to breathe. Look at her. You’re giving her exactly what she wants. She can’t live without you anymore…

Some of these thoughts are terrifying. I push them aside. I untie her hands and tell her to brace herself against my shoulders because I’m going tothrust.

She comes.

Alessa moans so loudly when I kiss her neck that I almost go deaf. Her hands squeeze my shoulders, nails digging through my bodice. Her hips wiggle away from me, instinctively, trying to get away from my barbaric onslaught, but I continue to thrust into her, making her take me, accept me, be seduced and pleased by me. The strain in her voice says it’s almost too overwhelming for her. For me, too. The way she clings to me and groans has us reeling.

You don’t understand how much I want to orgasm for her. It consumes me. I want to fuck her harder, faster, deeper until she can take no more.

I want to see it happen. Feel it happen. Experience it with her.

Alessa's mouth is so close to my ear. When I feel her warm breath on me, a jolt of energy surges between my legs. I know what's coming.

I grab her hips, pull them toward me, and fuck as deep as I can. Her hands curl into fists around the curves on my shoulders. She moans. Begs for more. Calls me her queen.

“Please!” She’s begging me. For what? “Please, madam!”

When Alessa climaxes, she wraps her arms around my neck and presses her forehead against my chest. She buries her face in my cleavage to muffle her cries. As soon as her body stills around the strap-on, I know I'm done for. My orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave. Everything goes black. The room disappears. I forget who I am.

Julianna Marcon, a fucking dumbass who has torn her intern’s pussy in two.

We're simply two people writhing together in ecstasy, clinging to each other like our lives depend on it. There are no words. Nothing but gasping breaths and dress-soaking sweat.

When Alessa finally pulls away from me, I let her.

“Oh, my God,” she says again. “Julianna…”

I wince. Every time she says my name like that, I’m reminded that this can easily become too personal.

“Look at you, my dirty girl.” Exhaustion plagues me. I may be young enough still, but two intense orgasms in ten minutes will knock out any woman. “Ravaged by me.”

She licks her finger that was on her clit. Legs still spread wide open, Alessa massages herself, between her breasts, and over her erect nipples. I don’t even think she knows she’s doing it. Those eyes are still glazed over, and her head rolling to the side. She’s drunk on me. What I did to her.

I can’t help myself. I plant my face between her legs and tongue her slit until she has one more orgasm and I am also drunk on her womanhood. Then we can shower. Suppose I have to take my dress off for that.

Chapter 11

Julianna

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