by April Vine
He lifted up, tall and erect behind her, his one hand never leaving her breast. “I don't plan to, angel,” he said, pulling and pinching her nipple. “Does that sweet pussy of yours like that?” he asked when she moaned.
She raised herself up so her back was against his chest as he continued pulling and pinching both her nipples, her eyes colliding instantly with their image in a mirror opposite her bed. Reflected within the intricately detailed heavy gold framed mirror was the essence of ardency, the summit of eroticism.
Ryan's tan, powerfully-muscled thigh jutted through the juncture of her own thighs, his large calloused hands honing the bejeweled centers of her breasts. But what she thrilled to, and was simultaneously shy about, was that her pussy lips, swollen and wanton, hugged his thigh, which was glistening from the sleek liquid pleasure that ran from her, trickling down his leg. But she was so turned on she couldn't stand the thought of having to wait to come again. She rocked her hips against the thigh between her legs in an effort to titillate her clit into coming, her river running rampant. He pulled back slightly and she gave a tigress wail.
"Now, Leah. A man only has two hands, sweetheart. Want to help me a little?” he said into her ear, ignoring her tantrum. She nodded her head. She wanted to come, and she would do anything to come. “Good. I want you to slide those lovely fingers of yours into your pussy. Can you do that, Leah?"
She hesitated a fraction. He pulled a little harder on one of her nipples before he let it loose and then slapped her tender jewel. She quaked. She loved it.
"Don't leave your pussy hanging like that, Leah. She's dripping all over my thigh. She needs a good finger-stroking, angel. I would do it, but..."
He threatened to leave her nipples. She shrieked and stuck her fingers into her folds and moaned when she creamed over her hand. And was turned on even more. Seeing her hand inside herself, something she had never ever done before, was beyond wild, exhilaratingly spectacular.
"Rub your clit, Leah. That's it, harder, baby,” Ryan said, talking to her through the mirror.
She used one finger to caress her nub, knowing he was as turned on as she was. He took her other hand, brought it to her breast, and immediately she began pulling and pinching her own nipple. With his hand free, he thrust three fingers into her and she slid down on them greedily, though never stopping the rubbing of her clit.
What a sight was replicated before her eyes. Two pairs of hands, working her body to bring her such exquisite pleasure.
Ryan exhaled as she came. “I'm going to fuck the longest orgasm from you, Leah.” He forced her onto her knees and hands again. And even though she was weak and trembling, he didn't abate. He used two fingers from each hand inside her as her muscles contracted around him.
"Ryan,” she begged. All she wanted was the aftermath.
"It's not over, angel,” was all he said as his fingers went scissoring inside her wet pussy. Still within her, he turned his palms so they faced in opposite directions and began to stroke the outer walls of her vagina. She started to moan, her body climbing and pursuing quickly again in spite of being tired. “You're so fucking hot, Leah."
Just as she was on the brink of coming again, he removed his fingers and stuffed the dildo into her, already turned on to its fullest setting. Leah felt a mammoth of sensation inside her channel. It shocked and electrified her, and when she became accustomed to the coolness of it compared with Ryan's hot cock, she wriggled above it and enjoyed the buzzing and whirring inside her.
"Fuck it, Leah."
This time there was no hesitation as Ryan held the dildo to her and she did what he demanded. He reached around to her breast and tenderly massaged the budded tip. The contrast of what was going on inside her and Ryan's suddenly gentle hand on her nipple took her to the cliff and sat her on the edge.
Ryan's blood began to boil inside his veins, but God, Leah was like a queen the way she rode that dildo. Watching her ass bob up and down as she did was a turn-on like no other.
But that ass of hers, all smooth, silken skin covering those sexy globes was driving him crazy. He slipped the vibrator completely out, plunged two fingers inside and scraped as much of her cream as possible, and then replaced the vibrator quickly. He used his fingers as a brush, her cream as paint, her ass as a canvas, going between her cheeks and following the trail with his lips. When he pressed his tongue to her ass, she convulsed, screamed and came.
But he felt too hot to handle, his dick too thick and heavy, those sensational cries of hers, her wet cavern, that fuckable ass, all killing him. He rolled on a condom, pulled out the dildo and drove straight into her, impaling her so she bucked and dropped to the bed, flat on her stomach. He snaked a hand around her waist, brought her up again and clutched her hips in a tight hold. “God, I'm going to fuck you, Leah,” he said, his voice thick with passion and promise.
"Do anything you want to me, Ryan, anything ... but don't ever stop,” she said.
He thrust further up inside her until he was sure she could feel him at her womb. No matter how tired she was, the instant he was inside her, he wanted her recharged, revitalized, hungry for him. He wanted to make it the climax to end all climaxes each time he was inside her. He wanted her budding and blooming, becoming too big to contain that delicious pussy of hers. Then he would give her an outlet, a wide open space where she could cry to her heart's content as her body broke free and fell.
"Ryan ... I want you to come in my mouth—"
"Ah, fuck, Leah,” he rasped, his balls already tightening, his veins already filled with his cum, looking for the same outlet he gave her.
But she was a vixen in heat, a woman who wanted him to come in her mouth and he didn't stand a chance of resisting. She moved away from him and he could do nothing but slip out of her and stand and watch. With amazing speed, she unrolled the condom and took him deep into her mouth until he touched her throat. He came straight away and the sight of her lips around his cock was enough to cause a comprehensive spray, deep into her throat, a climax that made him weak-kneed.
Him, Ryan Redford, infiltrator, super spy, the government's very own secret weapon, who had seen horrors unspeakable, had rescued little girls from sex rings, taken on drug lords as he became their friend and then snapped their necks as a thank you for their hospitality. A hardened man with a shelved emotionality and a clinical heart, who could kill if the situation and duty called for it, had just become weak-kneed in the face of the sultry angel kneeling before him and swallowing the last remnants of his cum.
How this sexy siren had gotten him to this position, he had no idea. One minute he was trying to scare her into asking him to leave, the next he had already been inside two very lovely places.
And how she surprised him. He thought of her as fragile innocence and, instead, she was completely at ease with her body and what it wanted. Could he get any luckier? She liked it the way he did, sometimes slow and tender, other times rough and hard, and he bet she would love to play submissive to his dominance. He had a set of handcuffs in his car, he thought wickedly.
But really it meant only one thing. He needed to see Bill. He needed to tell him he was serious about his sister, that he was in love with her. He wasn't messing around, not any longer. Leah was the one he wanted and needed. He was going to resign from the service and take control of the family business and become part of her regular life. His parents would be very happy with that. But he needed to get his priorities straight but right now he needed to...
"That's two down and one to go, angel.” He lifted her even while she was licking her lips, his fingers sliding into her pussy and slipping to her ass as she shivered. “God, Leah, just the thought of fucking you here makes me hard already. But it's going to take a lot of sweet work, the whole night, sweetheart. I'm going to have to get you even wetter than you are. But before the night is over, I am going to fuck your luscious ass, and when I do, Leah, you become mine completely—heart, mind, body and soul. Are you ready, my Midnight Rose?"
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p; Leah turned in his arms and bent over.
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