Page 122 of Captivated By Danger

“Yes, Sir. I’m ready for you.”

He pulled out of me and squirted some lube on his dick. He pushed the head of his dick in my ass, making me inhale sharply. He leaned over and pecked my lips.

“Sir,” I whimpered.

“I know, Babygirl. Please use your safe word at any time.”

I nodded my head. I gasped when he pushed more inside of me. I didn’t think the restraints could get any tighter. He nudged my head with his, making me look at him in the window. His lips were next to my ear.

“I’d been thinking about being inside of you all fucking day, Ms. Greysen.”

I sighed. “Really?”

“Starting with that fucking yoga suit you had on. I’d never wanted to be a yoga suit so bad. I was imagining tearing that mothafucka open in the center and eating your pussy until you squirted in my mouth. Luckily that cape was hiding what was really going on. That’s why you had to leave. My dick wouldn’t go down until you left.”

“Oh, God, really,” I whispered, and he pushed more inside of me, making me gasp.

“You’re so good at taking this dick. I love that.”

He closed his eyes and rubbed his nose through my hair.

“And then when you walked in the room in that sexy ass dress with all your fucking titties and thighs out. I wanted to fucking attack you. I had the urge to ride the elevator down with you and fuck you in the back seat of the car.”

He pushed more inside of me.

“Yes. Fuck. Thinking of you in that dress just made my dick harder. You’re so fucking sexy.”

He put one arm under my head, so I could rest my chin on his arm. The way he had me gazing at him, I felt like I was falling even more under his spell, and he knew it too. He made small circles with his tongue on my shoulder. Only he could make something like anal sex feel so fucking good.

“I hate you, so bad,” I whispered. “God, I hate you!”

“Well, that’s not nice, is it?

He reached next to me and maneuvered the table forward, giving him more leverage. He reached between me, and the bench started rubbing my clit.

“God,” I sighed.

“Is it?” he asked again and started thrusting harder and faster.

“Sir!”

“That wasn’t nice, was it?”

How he could do so many things at once sent my mind spiraling.

“Was that nice? Answer me.”

My mouth was open, but not a sound came out. The back of my throat was dry. I felt everything he was doing to me. The restraints, his balls smacking my pussy, his fingers strumming my clit with force, his huge dick in my ass, his warm sweaty skin sticking to mine, and his deep voice in my ear commanding me, questioning me, had me shaking as if he was an exorcist performing an exorcism on me. My head dropped back against his shoulder and beads of sweat poured down my neck. His nasty ass swiped at the sweat with his tongue.

“Agh, God!” I cried out, tears slipping from my eyes.

“You want to let it go. I know you do. You can, baby it’s okay,” he reassured me.

My body started to involuntarily shake, and my eyes were crossing. This had to be the final stage of his exorcism.

“Uh-huh. It’s coming, baby. Relax and give it to me.”

And then it happened. The dam broke. And it kept breaking, repeatedly.

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