Abigail
The bed hit my back and his hands found my wrists before I finished landing, pinning both arms above my head.
One large hand wrapped around my wrists, his body looking over mine.
"This wasn’t the agreement," I whispered, a teasing grin on my lips.
Was it bad that I enjoyed the way his breathing turned laboured, his ridged abs flexing with each breath he took.
God, after that night in Boston I had wanted this to happen again so bad, not even little Bobby could ease the ache in my cunt these days.
My eyes fell on the tent in his pants and since I couldn’t move my hands, I raised a knee and brushed against his straining cock.
"Fuck," He cursed, gripping my wrists even tighter. With a ragged growl, he grabbed my dress by the hem with his free hand, dragging it up my body and over my head in one motion.
He tossed it somewhere in the golden-lit room. The cool air hit my bare skin and I shivered, aware that his hungry eyes were devouring my tits.
His mouth hit my breasts and every single proper thought in my head melted into nothing.
I bit down on the sound that threatened to slip.
His tongue dragged over my nipple slowly, torturing me. He knew exactly what he was doing to me from that gleam in his eyes when my body shot up as he bit down on my nipple.
"Ares!" My whole body jerked. The moan that climbed my throat died behind my sealed lips. I had to stay quiet, god, I had to. I couldn’t afford to mess this up. He already fucked me outside this club twice!
His mouth moved to the other breast and he took his time there too. Sucking and grazing, flicking my sore sensitive nipple with his tongue.
My thighs shook and my cunt clenched. My pussy got soaked and instinctively I spread my legs wider, needing him close.
His knee pushed between my thighs and pressed up against my sopping wet cunt.
Oh god!
Hot maddening pleasure shot up my cunt, straight to my head making me dizzy.
"Ares," I whimpered, writhing under his grip and rolling my hips against his knee. His thigh was solid and warm through his trousers. I was soaking through my underwear, drenching his pants while he rocked that knee over my swollen pussy lips.
Fuck yes, harder. More.
His mouth stayed on my tits, biting and sucking and palming them roughly while I humped his knee shamelessly, keeping when his teeth pulled at my nipple.
My hips ground harder, my pussy quivered when he dropped a hand between us and slid a finger roughly over my clit.
"Oh fuck fuck!" I cried when he slapped my clit hard, making my eyes cross in pleasure and pain.



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