“By the way, darling, did you remember we have that meeting later on with the Clarkson’s

“By the way, darling, did you remember we have that meeting later on with the Clarkson’s?” She called, doing up her buttons…But his eyes weren’t on the calendar or his phone, and he barely heard her as he took in her soft, sensual skin, her beautiful curves in the morning light. That corset looked new. He crossed the space between them in two swift movements, and she barely registered his presence towering over her before his hands were on her body - fully grabbing her there before swiftly cupping her breasts, and running his warm fingers down her spine and grabbing her arse. She gasped her surprise, and as she did he bent down and his mouth wholly covered hers, his tongue claiming the sweetness of hers, fists bunching in her hair. Her eyebrows shot up at the kiss, and just as suddenly he dragged her head backwards to gain better access to her throat. Mouth free again, she started to protest this sudden outburst, but her words caught in her throat as he fully backed her up against the wardrobe, sliding to his knees and then biting her cunt through the sheer black fabric. She nearly screamed. Holding on for dear life, even just for balance and for the fact that both her legs seemed to suddenly be failing her, she tangled her hands in his hair, her only steadying point as her foot slipped out of its heel during the commotion. “What the fuck are you-“ she managed to get out, before his mouth was back on her again, two fingers working their way into her tight cunt, having pushed the fabric of her pants aside. Suddenly she’s grasping for a handle, for a cupboard door, anything to keep her from her knees giving way completely as he relentlessly consumes her, sucking her clit into his mouth and slurping at her pussy with a vengeance.“H-honey-“ she stammers, trying to straighten her shoe and regain control of her limbs to gain composure. Despite herself, the feeling of his mouth on her sent waves of pleasure out to her stomach and made her heart flutter. Her protests are only met by him straightening and shushing her, the places where his fingers and tongue were a moment ago suddenly feeling cold and bereft, until he pins her against the built-in wardrobe, sliding his thigh in between her legs and crushing his weight into her pussy. The hands she was trying to lift from groping at her breasts neatly wrap around her wrists and lift them above her head. Her breathing slows, as she realises his intent, and seriousness, as his eyes drink her in, subdued like this. A small part of her still wriggles to get free - genuinely attempting to continue getting dressed for the day. But the click of his tongue is a sharp reminder that’s she’s his, anywhere, any time, and to question him would have consequences. Heart pounding from this sudden onslaught, she reminds herself to be still, and to be ready for his bidding, just as he has trained her to. Despite what her mind is thinking, her body is already betraying her by the slick of wetness spreading over his thigh as he releases her hands, sensing her submission, planting another long, slow kiss on her mouth. The taste of her sex mingles on their tongues as his hands grab her arse and pull her into him, crushingly. Her lips start to ache from the firmness of the kisses he’s planting on her, any semblance of the morning’s makeup routine turned pink and raw by his admonishments. Unsure what to do and still flustered, any sense of resistance buckles as he uses her waist and shoulders to pivot her around, now pinning her up against the wall, teeth to her neck, rock-hard cock against her arse and hands plunging both down into her pants and grabbing her tits. Finally, a small moan escaped her lips as she feels so controlled by him, covered by his weight and firmness, helpless to struggle against the tight hold he has on her. As he starts to feel little shakes coming from her body, either from pleasure or surprise, he keeps his grip and slowly walks her backwards to the bed, his body never once leaving proximity to hers, until she’s forced to half-sit on his lap - his hands still working on her pussy.All protests about “the time”, and her outfit being ruined, and him not asking nicely to kiss her, wisely perish in her throat as the full weight of his desire becomes clear by the cock straining to be freed from his pants. “You kept this little number hidden from me”, he growls, unbuttoning the offending item slowly and deliberately.She can’t find her words still, gulping for air, “I…”He pivots again, this time moving her face-down on the bed as she struggles to breathe and, again, regain a sense of composure. He admires the scene in front of him, her beautiful ass sticking up in the air, her now-mussed up hair, the straps of her bra come free from her shoulders and tangled in her arms, her pretty pussy peeking through where his advances left her panties disheveled.“Whatever shall we do with you now”, he rumbles, more to himself than anything, as his hands travel down to his fly… -- source link

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