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Kelly positioned herself over his waist; her legs braced against his hips and thighs and placed his cock between her lips. She rubbed herself against the length of him, soaking him with her juice, the head bumping against her swollen clit again and again. When Kelly wasn’t able to stand the tease any longer, she moved up so the head was probing at her sobbing hole and then she slowly took just the head inside her. “Ohhh.” She moaned into the room, quiet except for their mingled ragged breathing and the tinny sound of music from the headphones. Michael hadn’t made a sound since he begged to touch her or moved since she’d pulled away from his mouth.
Kelly eased herself onto his shaft, taking him in a little at a time, feeling him stretch her out as he filled her. She shook with the effort it took not to just impale herself on his rod, but she managed it. When she had him fully to the hilt inside her, she lay down on him and undulated her entire body over him, enjoying the feeling of his skin against hers while his cock slowly stroked her walls. She ran her hands gently over his face and he kissed her fingertips as they slid over his mouth.
Kelly placed her hands on his pecs and pushed herself up increasing the depth. She could feel the head pushing against her womb and she shifted her hips slightly and back again, rocking. Whenever her hips pulled forward she felt her clit rub against the base of his cock and shuddered. Unable to wait any longer, desperate to feel the release she knew he’d give her, her movements quickened until the rocking was riding and the bed swayed. Kelly put her weight into her arms and used Michael’s chest for leverage as she lifted and lowered herself, slamming down onto his thick cock over and over. She could feel it coming, feel the orgasm growing, knew it was going to change her world and laughingly raced toward it. When she went over, she was moaning his name and clawing his chest, unaware of either.
She kept moving, her body humming, as the aftershocks coursed through her body. Not until the last one had shimmied through her, did she bend backward and release Michael’s ankles. Then she leaned forward, untied his left wrist, and while he removed the blindfold and headphones, she freed his right. As soon as the scarf slipped from his skin, he had her on her back, her knees pressed high into her chest and was pounding his prick into her pussy. His face loomed over hers.
“Did you say my name?” he ground out. She didn’t answer, didn’t think she could speak, she was so full of feeling. He pulled back and waited. “When you came did you say my name? Did you call for me?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“Say it again.” His cock slammed into her and she came.
“Michael,” she breathed. He pulled back.
“Again.” He drove himself inside her. And a small orgasm racked through her.
“Michael.” She moaned. He reached down and fingered her clit as his hips continued to thrust long and deep. Her hands dug into his ass, her nails leaving little half-moon cuts in the muscles there.
“Open your eyes, baby, I want to see your eyes.” Her lashes fluttered open and her eyes met his. “Where’s my cock?”
“In me,” Kelly whispered.
“Where?” Michael asked again. He pinched her clit and she stifled a scream.
“In my pussy, in my pussy, in my fucking pussy,” she chanted, her head tossing back and forth as yet another orgasm threatened.
“Mine.” He uttered it like an oath and took her mouth in a deep possessing kiss. With one final thrust he sent them both spiraling. He rolled to his back taking Kelly with him so that she was sprawled across his body, her head resting over his heart. “How long do you think we can keep this up, baby?” Michael ran his hand through her hair where it fanned across his chest. Kelly lifted her head, balancing her chin on his chest, looked at him, considering.
“My father has three years left of his last term. So, hmm—” she smiled “—three years?”
“I was thinking more like forever.” Kelly felt a thrill run through her.
“Really?” she asked. Michael nodded, lifted her hand to his mouth to nibble on the tip of her finger. “I like the sound of that. I like that a lot.”
“Then you’ll love this.” He told her as he rolled her under him and slid into her in one smooth move. As he used his body to love her, Kelly felt the cage door open once and for all.
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Secretly Serviced
Copyright © 2011 by Becky Flade
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