Pleasure Bound

“You are so damned sexy,” he murmured, his voice hoarse.

He turned her around to face the mirrored wall. She sucked in a breath at the sight of her naked breasts, the dark rose nipples thrusting forward, reflected in the mirrored wall. He cupped her breasts in his big hands, then stroked them. Her nipples peaked into his palms and her vagina ached with need. His thumbs circled over her hard nubs again and a spike of pleasure jolted through her. Her vaginal muscles contracted.

As she watched, he drew her skirt upward, slowly, baring her thighs a little at a time, then he glided his hand up between them. She opened her legs, wanting to feel his touch higher. Her insides melted with need. She could feel the slickness between her legs.

He eased her back toward him and his leg pushed forward until her weight pressed against it, the heat of his hard muscular thigh burning through her. He kissed behind her ear and his warm breath whispered against her cheek.

“Stroke your breasts,” he commanded.

Her hands glided up her ribs to her breasts, then she stroked over her hard tips with her fingers. She toyed with the hard nubs, stroking, then squeezing.

“Oh yeah.” His olive green eyes blazed with heat as he watched her.

“Now turn around and suck my cock.”

A shiver ran down her spine as she turned around and knelt before him, the bulge in his pants quite obvious, then tugged his zipper down. She reached inside his worn jeans and wrapped her fingers around his hot, hard cock.

She drew out his purple-veined shaft and licked the tip.

He sucked in a breath. “Do you like my cock in your hand?”

“Yes,” she murmured. “Master,” she added quickly.

“Good girl. Suck it deep.”

She wrapped her lips around him, then drove forward, relaxing her throat and ignoring the gag reflex. She drew back and sucked, her cheeks hollowing, then she dove deep again.

“Oh God, you’re good at that.”

She bobbed forward and back while he stroked her shoulder-length hair from her face. She loved the feel of his big hard cock in her mouth, stroking her tongue, gliding into her throat. She paused for a moment, concentrating on his cockhead. Tightening her lips around him, she dragged her teeth lightly over the ridge of the corona, then swirled her tongue around the smooth surface. Then she dove deep again. Her fingers slid underneath and she cupped his balls, then stroked them gently.

“Stop,” he commanded.

She drew away, releasing his hard shaft from her mouth, and stared up at him. He drew her upward, then pressed her against the wall. He tugged her skirt higher and pressed his knee between her legs. She opened her thighs and he stroked over her mound, then slid under the crotch of her panties, finding her slick opening. He grabbed her panties and tugged them down her legs, then off. He stood up and pressed his body tight to hers, his breath searing her.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

She nodded, hot need blazing through her.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and pressed the head to her opening, then he drove forward. She gasped at the exquisite invasion.

He grasped her thighs and lifted. She wrapped her legs around him, allowing his cock to press deeper.

“Oh God, fuck me, Master.”

He drew back then thrust forward, back then forward. She clung to him as he drove into her again and again, his body compressing the air from her with each thrust. Enhancing the highly erotic experience.

He was fucking her in an elevator! How sexy was that!

Waves of intense pleasure flooded through her. She gasped as his hard cock drove into her again and again.

“I…”

He drove deep and she gasped again.

“I’m going to come.”

He thrust harder.