Page 77 of Captured Fantasy

I knelt over her and took her by the throat, applying slow pressure to the sides of her neck. She gasped and her pupils dilated. I bent and kissed her mouth, barely making contact. Our hot mouths hovered inches apart as our breath mingled.

“You know what I want, Mrs. Russo.”

She swallowed, I felt it beneath my grip.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she breathed. “I won’t do it again.”

I slapped her right breast, testing her limits, and waiting for her response. It was immediate, her spine arcing and her heels digging into the bed.

“See that you don’t,” I said.

“More,” she begged.

“I make the rules tonight. Are you gonna be my little whore and listen?” I said.

She released a shaky breath. “Yes, daddy.”

Gritting my teeth, my torso bathed in sweat, I knelt between her legs. She shook as I lifted her hips and pushed the tip of my cock inside her tight, wet pussy. She throbbed, drawing me in as I thrust slowly so she could feel every inch of me against her slick inner walls.

“Look at that,” I said, my eyes fixing on the point where our bodies joined. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than the way you take me.”

Her hips worked, trying to fuck herself on me. My God, she was such a needy, little thing. All pinned down and helpless on my cock. Hot fire surged through my body and I fell over her, bracing my palm on the bed. My other hand returned to her throat, holding her steady. My hips pumped of their own accord, fucking her hard.

The bed slammed into the wall. I’d never broken a bed during sex before but I was willing to give it my best shot tonight.

She stopped being quiet. I was about to find out just how loud Mrs. Russo could be and I didn’t give a damn if everyone on my street heard. She arced and writhed, crying out as I slammed into her again and again.

I knew she could fucking take me, through the pleasure and pain, I knew she could take it.

So I gave it to her.

The world faded away and there was nothing but my body and her body and the sweat mingling between us. I released her throat and took her by the back of the neck. With my other hand, I gripped her thigh, pushing her knee up against her chest. She wailed as I braced myself and pounded into her, ruining her perfect pussy.

“Make me come. Please,” she gasped.

I reached between us and found her clit, gathering her wetness and rubbing it between my fingertips. She shivered, her body jerking as I drew her closer to the edge. Her pussy clenched with the first wave of her orgasm and I pulled my hand back.

“No,” she gasped. “Fuck you, fuck you, let me come.”

“Watch your mouth or I’ll fuck it,” I said, gripping her face.

Her eyes widened, all wet and glittering with desire. “Yes, daddy, I’m sorry.”

Fuck this, I wanted her close. I needed her body so tangled up in mine it would take us hours to pull ourselves apart. I unfastened her cuffs and took her in my arms. She gasped when I lifted her, pressing her against the wall. Her blazing heat enveloped my cock as I pushed back into her and set a hard pace, fucking her as she cried out.

“Tell me you’ve never had it like this,” I growled.

Her eyes widened. “No one has ever fucked me like this,” she gasped. “Not even close.”

I lifted her from my cock and tossing her onto the bed. She lay gasping as I knelt over her.

“You like throwing me around like that,” she panted.

I flipped her over and slapped her ass hard. “You can take it, Mrs. Russo, you’re not gonna fucking break.”

Her eyes rolled back and she whimpered. I decided right then she was going to find out just how hard and long I could go. I was going to fuck the memory of every man who’d ever touched her out of her head.

She gave a quiet gasp as I lifted her, pulling her into my lap. I braced my back against the pile of pillows and pushed her down on my cock. We moaned in tandem and her back arced. I gripped her hips and set a hard pace, fucking into her slick heat as the bed rocked against the wall.

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