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He ran his fingers over my panties, soaking up some of that wetness he so liked. I moaned at his touch. While he kissed my neck, he tore through my panties and pushed two fingers inside me. I criedout.

“Tell me what you want to do here,” he said, as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, stroking andteasing.

“I… I want you to restrain me, in that room. I want you to…” I moaned as his fingers found that one spot that had sweat bead on my forehead, a flush creep over my body, and my stomach knot withdesire.

“And what do you want me to do toyou?”

“Whip me, with theflogger.”

“Where?”

“My back, my arse,my…”

“Say it, Lauren,” he growled, as his teeth sank into myshoulder.

“Mypussy.”

“Your soaking cunt, say thewords.”

“My…” I panted, the vulgarity of his choice of words turned me on evenmore.

“My soaking cunt,” I hissed out between a clenched jaw, as his bites gotharder.

“Such a dirty mouth, I love it. That dirty mouth belongs to me, do you understand?” Inodded.

His kiss was fierce and his tongue claimed mine. His fingers fucked me harder, and I arched my back when he inserted a third. I wanted more. I raised one leg, wrapping it around him. I dug the heel of my shoe into the back of histhighs.

He broke our kiss and withdrew his fingers. I wanted to protest, that was until he ripped my panties from my body. He undid his trousers, letting them fall. His cock strained against his tight black shorts. I watched as he placed his hand inside them and strokedhimself.

“Fuck me,” I said, looking him straight in the eye as I did. I wasn’t asking, I wasdemanding.

He raised his eyebrows. He started to bend down to retrieve something from histrousers.

“No.” I said. “I want to feel you insideme.”

He grabbed both my thighs and wrapped them around his waist; he held my hips with one hand and guided himself in with the other. He fucked me hard and fast as he held my hips, supporting myweight.

He raked his teeth across my collarbone, my shoulder. He trailed his tongue back up my neck and across myjaw.

I moaned, panted, and cried out. “Come for me, baby,” he said. I exploded aroundhim.

He pumped faster until sweat ran down his temple; I caught a bead of it with my tongue. He growled out my name and I felt his cock pulse inside me, his fingers gripped tighter. I could see his biceps strain against the white of his shirt, and a vein bulged in his neck as blood pumped faster throughout hissystem.

He rested his forehead against mine, while he got his breathing under control. Very gently he pulled out of me, and I lowered my legs to the floor. He opened his eyes and stared at me, and then helaughed.

“You are fucking gorgeous,” hesaid.

His cum ran down my thighs and I loved the feeling of it. It wasn’t dirty; it was completely natural; it belonged on myskin.

He unhooked my aching arms and took back his belt. He pulled up his shorts and trousers, and while I stood, a little unsure of what to do, he walked to the bathroom and returned with a box of tissues. I cleaned myself up, buttoned up my shirt and picked up my torn panties from thefloor.

“I guess I won’t be wearing those,” I said, shoving them in my bag. I pulled on mytrousers.

“You don’t want to clean yourself up?” Iasked.

“No, I like the smell of you on me. When I pleasure myself over this memory, I’ll have you on my hand.” I wasn’t sure whether to laugh ornot.

“Do you do that a lot?” I tried to keep the surprise from myvoice.

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