My heart was pounding in my chest, and even as fear gripped me, I wanted him to press his body closer. I nervously licked my lips. His hands moved down to my wrists, locking them behind my back, pushing my breasts into his chest.
"That's the problem these days; you women think you run the show...not today baby. This is my fucking house, you're my fucking woman and this is my fucking show."
He transferred both my wrists to one of his hands, freeing the other one. His hand reached under my shirt, grabbing my breast and giving it a hard squeeze. He began to roll my nipple between his fingers, twisting it in an almost painful way. His lips were inches from my face, his eyes locked on mine. I felt a shudder run down my spine.
"I tried to do shit your way, now we're going to do them my way."
He wedged his legs between mine, forcing my skirt to ride up exposing the black lace of my thong. His handcuffs dug into the inside of my thigh, his hips pressing into me. I could feel his thick dick getting hard, and while a part of me wanted to scream, another part of me wanted to moan and beg for more. His hand continued to roll my nipple making it even harder, begging for the feel of his tongue. His lips started rubbing the side of my neck, his hips thrusting against me.
He released my wrists, going for my other breast. I placed my hands against his hard chest intending to push him away, but my body had a mind of its own. I grabbed his shirt, tearing at it until buttons popped and I could feel his naked skin against my palms. His chest was hard and smooth, his small nipples drilled into my palms and I couldn't resist the urge to run my fingers against them.
His lips moved feverishly up my throat, capturing mine in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, fighting against mine for control. His hand moved to fist itself in my hair, pulling my head back, giving him better access to my mouth. I felt him pull my legs up onto his hips, caressing my ass through the fabric of my skirt, the full length of his hard, thick dick pressing into my pussy. My hips jerked back and forth, the friction of his pants against my clit making sparks fly through my body, making my pussy feel heavy and wet.
Suddenly his mouth was gone from mine and he was kneeling in front of me, his lips pressed against the folds of my sex, his tongue darting out to play with my clit. I reached for my own breasts, squeezing and caressing them as he lapped up my juices through the thong. He reached up and I heard the sound of fabric tearing as he exposed my pussy. His mouth engulfed me, his tongue pushing into me as he parted my lips with his fingers. I thrust my hips forward, wanting him to take more of me, wanting him to fuck me harder with his tongue. His tongue teased at my clit, circling it and then sliding down to my pussy, fucking me with it.
I felt his tongue slide further back, his hands pushing my hips forward until he was licking at my asshole, stiffening his tongue and assaulting my tight hole with it. I couldn't stop moaning, I wanted more. I heard the sound of his zipper opening and suddenly he was standing again, the head of his dick pushing into my pussy, forcing me to open for him. His lips connected with mine once more, his tongue coated in my juices making me taste myself.
His hands grabbed at my thighs, hooking them around his waist while he put his beautiful dick in me. He thrust his full length into my sopping wet pussy, slamming me into the wall each time. His mouth latched onto my breast, pulling my nipple deep in his mouth, his tongue flicking back and forth against it. I felt myself about to cum, felt my pussy become engorged, ready to milk his dick with the contractions. My orgasm took my whole body, forcing his name from my throat in an uncontrollable moan, over and over as he continued to fuck me.
