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Assassins (Findarato and Lemon)

"Y-yes," she managed to murmur, far too distracted by the way his teeth were currently dragging down the side of her neck. It made her knees involuntarily weak, the sensations he was currently plaguing her with, quick to get the upperhand. Sasha could do nothing more than stand there, pitifully squirming in his hold whilst he taunted her with both his gruff words, and calculating actions. The grope to her chest was more than welcomed, the thin shirt he had given her to wear, immediately rubbing against her nipples which had been hard ever since they stepped out into the chilled evening air.

Sasha finally let her eyes fall to a close, when she felt his wicked mouth begin to pepper her with suckling kisses. One after the other, deliberate and slow, he took his time and made her heart beat a bit faster with every second. It was boggling, how this man was capable of making her feel this good, with something so chaste. Whilst he filled the atmosphere around them with those wet, audible sucks, she was gently moaning, letting him know just how much she appreciated the way he touched her. Even if she had shivered the instant he undid a few more buttons to reveal her breasts all the more, and kept them vulnerable to the breeze, Scott was immediate with warming her right back up. "Baby," she whispered, her head tipped, spine curved and hands gripping desperately at his forearms, "Don't stop.."
 
His hand released her breast, only to unbutton the remainder of her shirt, soon letting the breeze make both sides of it blow in the wind. He groped both of her exposed breasts openly, his hands pulling and tugging at them. His head glanced down from her shoulders, admiring her silky flesh, the curve of her breasts, the way her nipples hardened. His thumbs began to rub at them, in circular motions using the flat side of his thumbs, seeking to stimulate her further. His mouth stopped his kisses as he began focused with his hands and thumbs, his mouth spraying hot air against the wet spots he had just made with his lips.

Soon his hands slowly slid down from her breasts, sensually moving down her stomach, one hand tracing the scar. The unbuttoning of her shorts seemed like the loudest thing on the planet, and they soon dropped to the floor, leaving her exposed for the whole world to see, with her man behind her, his arms possessive around her. "What would you do if I stopped?" he whispered deviously into her ear, his hand dropping to fall between her legs. Gently, he tickled her slit using his finger tip, curious to see how aroused she was. One hand clamped firmly over her breast, squeezing it harshly as his teeth suddenly sank into her neck, biting down hard to make a mark, wanting to claim under body under the moon light.
 
The moment the cool, unforgiving air rushed across the plains of her bare flesh, she gasped. Filling their ears with sounds of excitement, and surprise. Soon, just before she became too chilly for her liking, rough hands engulfed the swells of her bosom greedily. The sensation that rippled through her was intoxicating, calloused thumbs teasing at the rosy buds which hardened naturally beneath the onslaught of friction. Sasha closed her eyes and allowed her head to tip back completely onto his shoulder, relishing in the delight she received, as her lover continued to grope upon her breasts.

Licking at her lips, he forced a whine to bubble up through her throat, not wanting his attention to leave her just yet. However.. he gave her something else. Arching into his questing digits, which quickly got her shorts undone and to her ankles, Sasha shivered as the salty breeze nipped across her most sensitive of parts. Flushed with embarrassment of being so exposed, the woman could only muster up a loud moan as he challenged her with a devious question and teased at her slit. Which, was noticeably wet and had her recoiling back with a mewl. "Scott-- ahh!" Taken by the sudden bite to her neck, her hands smacked down onto his forearm which pushed into her firmly, giving him the ability to squeeze at her tit. "Fuck," Sasha breathed out, her lithe frame rolling sensually with arousal. "Harder.. bite harder..."
 
At her request, and from his own personal lack of control around her, he soon obliged, his teeth imprinted themselves into her skin. Soon his mouth tasted blood. Enjoying the taste of her too much, he kept them lodged to pierce her skin. His hand between her leg had its fingers suddenly curl, hooking his two longest ones inside of her and started to jam them vulgarly in and out, his palm pressing against her clit with the rough texture of his hand. He growled into her skin, his soft hair rubbing at her face as she rolled and writhed within his arms.

He stopped eventually, pulling back and admiring the mark he made. It wasn't too deep, and the blood came out in a minimal manner, coating her delicately skin, dripping down to her neck. He stared at it, pulling his fingers out of her. "Let's go inside baby," he whispered, knowing she was at the peak of her pleasure and pulling away deliberately just enough to tease her. Of course, he would finish her off later. His hands helped her, stepping back as he kept her firmly against him, backing up into open doors before he went back inside of her room with her. "I want to see one of your outfits.." Scott had always enjoyed seeing the assortment of clothes she had when they worked together, even though he would have never admitted it at the time. "Mmm, my poor baby," he whispered, using his tongue to drag and lick at the blood that was against her soft skin.
 
A rush of pain quickly spread throughout the side of her neck, forcing her to cringe with a quiet whimper. Though, before it could overwhelm her to the point of discomfort, she soon felt his fingers slide inside of her, forcing a moan to quickly cover any sound of displeasure that might have surfaced. He kept her tight against him, feeling his digits prod and shove themselves repeatedly into her tight hole, wetness surely coating them. She couldn't quite handle just how intense it all was, the mixture of semblance that wracked through her without any sign of stopping. "Scott," she exclaimed, clinging to him out of sheer desperation.

But, alas, before she could be firmly driven towards her orgasm, he pulled away. The woman openly fidgeted in her frustration, before she gingerly stepped out of her shorts and was led back into the room. Breathing heavily, she stayed perfectly poised against his towering frame, cooing out as he tenderly lapped at any sign of blood. "You devil," Sasha muttered playfully, lifting her hand to coax her fingers through his hair. After an affectionate bout of petting him, she pulled herself away and turned, watching him curiously, "You want to see one of my outfits?" Had this meant he had secretly admired her choice of attire all along?

Taking her sweet time to saunter over towards the bed, which her suitcase was laying upon, she undid the fastenings and let it fall open. A bit of shifting around, and she smiled, knowing exactly what she was going to wear for him. "Close your eyes," she purred, "And don't you dare peek..." When she knew he had listened, she quickly shimmied herself into a black ensemble. A lacy thong with matching bra, and thigh-high stockings that had an adorable frilled top to them. When she was settled with that, she quickly tugged a sinfully tight red cocktail dress on, the silky material hugging her curves like a second skin. "Mmn, ready," Sasha called out with a giggle, slipping over towards the front of the bed, so she could teasingly settle back onto the edge, one lithe leg crossed over the other. "Are you going to unwrap your present now," she asked innocently.
 
He grinned a little at her, knowing she was flustered, but just enough to keep her on the edge, to want more. His hand that had been pushed between her legs, brought his two fingers to his lips as she played with his hair, sucking them carefully and savoring her taste. At her question, he grinned coyly. "Yes," he said, a glitter of mischeviousness in his eyes. He didn't want to admit it... but he did anyway. "Your clothing was always so god damn irresistible.. not sure how I managed to not rip it off of you half the god damn time."

Watching her fall away from him, he breathed, watching her as she undid her suit case. "What? I don't get to watch?" he protested. Still, if she looked behind her to check if he was watching, his hands obediently placed themselves over his eyes, obstructing his view. His heart thudded against his chest as he listened to the soft rustling of clothing, wondering what she was going to put on for him.

Soon enough she said she was ready, his large hands falling from his face. At first, he was speechless. Helplessly, his large body took a few steps forward to her, obviously deeply attracted. Finally, he found his breath, exhaling heavily. His blue eyes roamed her figure with lust as she sat on the pet, crossing her legs. "Jesus Sasha," he finally murmured. His hand pushed itself on her face, grabbing it, dipping his thumb into her mouth, making her tilt her head back. "And to think you're all mine..." She had made Scott all too eager, she could tell. Suddenly she found herself being pushed back onto the bed, and his hands had grabbed her hips, sliding her with a rough grip to the edge, before his hands lifted her slender legs to rest against his chest. His head tilted to the side, pressing his nose and face against her ankle and inhaling deeply, clothing his eyes as he savored her scent.
 
The immediate moment his hands dropped, and his eyes opened.. Sasha held her breath. She could only hope she gave him what he had anticipated for, and so much more. From the way he gazed towards her, seeming to be at a loss for words.. well, she had obviously done something quite right. Unable to help herself, she began to smile as she watched him walk over, heart racing quicker with every step he took.

Giving a soft sound of enjoyment when his hand cupped the side of her face, her lips eagerly opened and welcomed his thumb, giving the digit a wet suck just before her head was forced back. Giggling, knowing that the man in front of her was reaching his limit, she wasn't at all surprised to find herself pushed into the bed. A rush of anticipation flooded her and she whimpered, being pulled down towards the edge of the bed further, with skillful precision. He has Sasha right where he wanted her, and the woman could only lay there, staring up towards him whilst he pressed his face into her ankle. The soft material of her thigh-high stockings tickled against his stubble, and with a light shift, she let her arms lay limp above her head, obediently giving him all control. "I'll always be all your's," she murmured sweetly to him, giving a playful bite to her bottom lip.
 
His head tilted momentarily to gaze at her, her words were rewarded with a soft, lazy smile. Then his head tilted, and he gently gnawed his teeth against her ankle with a soft touch, so soft that it was like he had a different mouth all of a sudden, so unlike the one that had left the mark on her neck. "Well baby," he murmured, briefly pulling away to remove his shirt, letting the legs feel more easily at the firmness of his upper body now that it was bare. His hands reached up to her ankle. "You really must know that.." his hands took a hold of it, his finger softly playing with her stocking. "If you must get me gifts, I much prefer ripping them open as opposed to unwrapping." Just as he said that, his fingers gripped the soft material of her stocking, and ripped it open, exposing her foot, letting the material stay wrapped around her ankle. His mouth, took her biggest toe in it, and sucked softly, enjoying the fact that her toe nails were painted red to match.

His tongue rubbed at the under side of her toe, before he pulled his lips back, using his tongue to lavish at her foot, sliding his wet muscle between each toe. His hands fell down, immediately squeezing and feeling up her chest, admiring the way her dress clung to her bra. His grip was so demanding that the woman might have feared he was going to rip the dress open as well.
 
Each caress he graced her with, quickly drew forth a reaction from the woman. Settled on her back, with sinuous legs perched completely against the front of his body, which was soon without a t-shirt covering it, Sasha watched the man carefully with strangely colored eyes. Each breath she took was urged by the growing air of anticipation between them. She could barely contain herself, and yet somehow she managed to stay right like that, awaiting for him to lavish her with the attention that he solely yearned to give her. The longer they were together, the more she realized just how selfless Scott was. He consistently bathed her in pleasure, seeming to gain his own from such intimate, delicate acts of urging her to reach her end. Sasha, of course, would gladly return each and every second of devotion. She wanted him to feel just as good, after all, if not more.

The initial act of tearing her stocking forced her to gasp, the sound quickly melting into a moan. She felt the wet warmth of his mouth envelope her toe, the sensitive flesh immediately forcing her to arch into his motions, spine curving off of the bedding. "Hnnng..." Sasha closed her eyes, taken back by the way he lapped at her, nerves being tickled shamelessly and forcing her to giggle every so often.

Nonetheless, a smile was perpetually curled onto her reddened mouth, and soon enough those long lashes fluttered open and she looked down towards him with nothing but adoration. The delicate curve of her foot accentuated as she pushed it closer to him, giving him more to tend to, if he so wished. "Such an impatient fellow," she cooed, grasping the tops of his hands which were greedily groping her covered breasts. She aided in his attempt at stimulating her, squeezing herself with a shaky breath. "Ha," she panted, squirming, "I didn't know it'd feel so good to have you.. do that.." An obvious reference to him licking at her tender foot.
 
Scott didn't know that he would even do it, he just saw her foot, and decided he wanted to kiss and play with it. Never before had he done it with a woman.. but it was Sasha's foot. It wasn't any old foot, it was hers. "Does it feel good?" he asked, more curiously than in his normal teasing tone, the one he used when he asked her questions, wanting to make her submit entirely to him. Now it was just something he wanted to know. "I could kiss every part of your body.. you're just delicious, baby," he murmured softly, lifting her foot higher, giving the bottom portion of her foot soft kisses, where she was probably more sensitive.

Soon his interest was upon on things, specifically, undressing her. "So tempted to rip your dress off," he murmured softly, setting her legs down, gently pushing her up the bed so her legs no longer dangled off of the edge. His hands took her hips, and gently flipped her around, forcing her to lay on her stomach. "But I want to see you in this again.." he continued, watching his woman linger on the bed. His hand found the zipper on her back, and began to gently pull it down. The doors were still left open, the soft breeze rolling in. Soon, her back was exposed, the zipper ending just above her ass. Curling his hand into a fist, he dipped it down, using his knuckles to brush down her spine. His other hand made her foot with the ripped stocking go upwards into the air, making her bend at the knee, and he gently tickled her foot again, this time using his finger tips rather than his mouth.

She was the absolute image of perfection upon the bed, her dress half way off of her body. Scott stopped touching her, she heard him rustle for something, and soon he brought forth his phone. "Sasha look back at me," he said gently, his phone raised up, obviously trying to take a picture of her.
 
"Of course it does," she answered a bit breathlessly, the red plumpness of her lips curling into a reassuring smile. Sasha was more than certain that just about anything Scott did to her, sexually, was going to feel amazing. This man conjured up some of the most potent, lasting sensations she had ever dealt with before. He put any man she could have ever slept with, to utter shame... and to think, that he was all her's? The woman was practically giddy as she laid there, filling the thickened air between them with soft sounds of enjoyment. "I wouldn't mind if you did that," she teased, knowing it'd only feel amazing if he were to explore every inch.

Before she had much say in the matter, he moved her about, pushing her up across the mattress and soon, flipping her over. Giggling as his efforts were practically close to nothing, as if she weighed a feather, Sasha relished in the way he unzipped the back of her dress. It allowed the cool breeze which was still steadily flowing in from the opened doors that led outside, to gust over her bare skin, urging her to quiver where she lay.

"Mmmn..." The tickling touch to her spine was more than welcomed, her back naturally curving to accentuate the line. "Scott," she whispered out, toes wiggling as he gathered her foot back up to lavish it in light tickles. Just as she was letting herself go, laughing at his coy ministrations, she felt him no more.. and rustling began. Curious, she turned her head the instant he called for her, and when she saw his phone.. almost immediately, did she pose. Perking her butt up a little more, and letting her eyes fall completely onto his person, she licked her lips and tossed him a saucy little grin. He was adorable.. and she, was more than flattered right now.
 
His features, which had already been formed into a small grin, widened further, his teeth showing as she flashed him a grin, and perched her rear up higher. "God damn it you're sexy." He took several photos, the click all too audible, before he seemed content, setting it down to the edge of the bed. He settled down next to her, grasping firmly at the insides of her dress, and starting to pull it down her body. "How'd you even get this thing on in the first place?" he asked, amazed at how tight it was upon her, doing his best to be gentle but eventually he had to tug forcefully. "Oh shit," he said, staring at the thong that barely covered her ass. Setting the dress aside, his mouth leaned down as he partially laid on top of her, letting his lips capture her skin on her upper back, sucking, releasing, the sound of it his mouth worshiping her skin filling up the room as he sucked.

When he reached the clasp of her bra, his head tilted back and he began to unfasten it, letting her back stare completely bare, slipping out the piece of material from under her. Only then did he begin to remove his khaki shorts, sitting back to pull them off, his boxers soon following, his cock, stiff and long thanks to just looking at her body, sprang out immediately. Once again he got on top of her, kissing near her face, his crotch pressing against her ass, his warm cock rubbing against the curve of one side of her ass.
 
It felt good to know he thought so highly of her sexual prowess, the woman undoubtedly loving to use it when he was around.

At his question pertaining on how in the world she managed to get the dress he seemed to admire on in the first place, Sasha couldn't help herself. She giggled, watching and most importantly, feeling him attempt to tug it off of her whilst she still laid on her tummy. "Mmn.. much practice," she cooed, not surprised in the least when he finally gave in and tugged at it harder, freeing her of the rich material.

Her grin widened as he noticed her tiny thong, the woman taking it upon herself to teasingly wiggle her bare bottom at the man. He caught her by surprise, the sudden splurge of kisses and suckles he placed upon her upper back making her squirm. That all too familiar tingle began to heighten and she knew her wetness was only growing tenfold, gasping softly just before he pulled away.

Her bra was easily enough discarded, leaving her in nothing but her undies. The breeze unforgiving, but quickly did Scott cover her up with his own form, forcing her to feel his arousal quite boldly upon the cheek of her plump ass. Purring in admiration to the thick, long organ, she pushed up and shamelessly let her body give a roll, eliciting friction between the two of them. "Happy to see me," Sasha teased the man, grasping at the back of his head before she turned her own, capturing his lips with her own. Dipping her tongue into the wet warmth of his mouth, she moaned, engaging quite the passionate, deep kiss.
 
Her motion caught his cock, soon trapping it as it pressed against her smooth skin, angling downwards to point towards the back of her thigh. He grunted softly as his cock stretched to the motion, stiffening even more in a both pleasant, and unpleasant way. His own body rolled forward, pushing back against her. "Of course," he whispered softly against her mouth. His head reeled back after the kiss, deliberately teasing her, making her tongue have to come out of her mouth and meet his half way in the air, flicking against hers. His head came back, taking her tongue and sucking. Another push of his hips... and another. Repeated sensual motions that pushed her back against the bed to display his dominance over her, but mostly his lust. "I'm going to fuck you 'til oblivion," he murmured, pulling back, his blue eyes flickering at hers.

He sat on the back of her legs, forcing her raised rump to fall to the bed. His hand reached behind him, and he peeled off her stocking for whatever reason- maybe he did not like it on her, and wanted her naked skin. He played with the material, stretching it in front of him, as if testing it. Another moment later he had grabbed the back of her head, tilted it back, and she felt her own stocking suddenly lodge itself in her mouth. He let go of her head then, using both of his hands to latch on either edges of her stocking, making the material push until it hit the corners of her lips, and stretched them back, making the material of the stocking graze against her molar teeth.

"You want daddy's big cock?" he whispered, tying the ends of the stocking together behind her head. He did it tightly, but overtime the makeshift gag would probably lessen. Still, for the time being, he thought his handiwork would made hard enough for the woman to answer coherently. "Come on... tell me baby," he taunted, using his hand to grip his erection and slap it against her bottom, before he slowly tugged her thong to the side, scooting back just enough to see if she was wet or not.
 
Soon enough, he quickly had her feeling wonderfully vulnerable. Her body was pressed tight to the bed, breath hitching up in volume as she was desperately trying to keep a steady pace. All she could do was watch him, eagerly awaiting for him to do as he pleased, wanting so badly for him to give in and touch her. By now, Sasha's body was thrumming with arousal, her wet, soft little core throbbing maddeningly, needing to be given the attention it was so rightfully entitled to. But alas.. if she was forced to wait, then so be it. She would happily comply to her lover's intentions, he would give her what she needed, after all.

Feeling her stocking being plucked from her leg, she fluttered her lashes in brief confusion before his reasoning was made quite clear. Suddenly, her stocking was forced into her mouth, urging Sasha to gasp at the violation. Feeling the silken material press back into the corners of her lips, quickly did her saliva soak through the material, making her hips push down into the bed, groaning in want. The article was tied off, and secured.. leaving her to endure the fact that she was no longer able to properly speak. That didn't stop him from asking her that delightful question, however.. forcing her fingers to curl desperately into the bed sheets.

Her eyes gave him the answer he wanted. Practically begging for it, she whined, her sounds becoming muffled but it certainly didn't stop her. "Nnngh.. mmpf .. y-yesh!!" Quivering, her thighs parted just a smidgen, as far as they could go. Giving him a sight that was one to behold. Her lower lips, wet and slick with the proof of her arousal, she was burning up inside.. Sasha's head falling down onto the mattress. A sound of frustration bubbled in her throat before she perked up her ass, hoping to persuade him.. yet deep down, she loved the way he taunted her. Forced to wait for the inevitable, to the point where he finally did give in.. made it that much sweeter.
 
He stared at her. The desire to take her was overwhelming, as it always was, but since she had given him his release earlier in the ocean using her mouth and hands... he was able to bide his time, being more patient. He loved the sight of seeing her writhe, the motions of her body trying to encourage him to hurry up and fuck her. "Baby if you didn't suck me off in the ocean I probably would have been plowing your little pussy in the elevator. You know that right?" He took delight in knowing she could not properly speak to him, yet she wanted it badly, and there was little she could do about it. "Or maybe earlier..." he mused, casually running his nails down her back to tease her. "I could have seen myself throwing you down on the sand and fucking you with only the night air to hear you.."

Wanting to make her feel completely vulnerable, his hands shot forward and grabbed her hands, pulling them uncomfortably behind her back, just above her ass. Her arms felt strained, the blood rushing out of them at their uncomfortable position. A large hand wrapped around her wrists, keeping them together, and before she knew it, her other stocking was being slipped off. As she may have been able to predict, the fabric was soon bound about her wrists, keeping them in place behind her back.

Then he removed himself of her entirely, his warm body was missing, and more importantly, his cock no longer slapped at her to express the urge to fuck her. Instead, he was standing off of the bed, his hand gripping her head. He turned it, letting her cheek rest on the bed so she could see side ways, and partially behind her. There he was, that same smug smile on his face, the camera lifted up. He took another picture. "Mmm baby.. I gotta show you these later you look so sexy." A hand took her foot, lifted it up again so it rose into the air. Another picture.

Was he even going to fuck her at all? At least she could see his cock if she tried hard enough, still solid and erect, pointing straight at her.
 
Almost immediately, her brows furrowed and she groaned, his words quickly taunting her. If she hadn't sucked him off.. she would have gotten what she wanted, a whole lot sooner. Sasha was more than aware of this, and while she was practically physically aching for attention that only Scott could give her.. it had been worth it. She adored sucking on him, letting him fill her mouth up with that sticky, potent seed. The woman didn't regret anything, even if she was laying on this very bed right now, her arms being tied behind her back and throbbing cunt denied any sort of relief. He'd make it up to her.. he always did.

Reduced to a whimpering mess, she shifted, feeling her arms already becoming a bit pained with the position they were forced into. Yet, it was something she'd easily endure, having experienced far worse things at her leisure. The fact she couldn't exactly move.. or, didn't want to, was what kept her so wet. Sasha knew she'd be able to easily unbind herself if she willed it, but the sensitive female kept herself right where he wanted her, fingers curling and grasping at the air. "Mmmngh..." Where'd he go? Blinking, she attempted to turn herself, and was soon relieved of the efforts entirely. Scott eased her head to the side, flushed cheek buried into the blankets whilst she eagerly watched what he was doing from her peripheral vision. Oh, that little bastard.. taking more pictures, was he? While she was here.. like this?

That smug smile made her clit jump, toes curling, "Nnngh.. mmpf!" She looked sexy? That made Sasha's skin grow flushed, flattered that he was so taken by her when she was positioned in this way. An ex-assassin.. tied up, gagged.. and ready to do just about anything she could to get what she desired? It was certainly a new color for her to be wearing, but it definitely looked wonderful on her nonetheless. Only one man could ever make her willingly oblige this kink fest, and that was Scott. It seemed as though he had many ways of making her bend over backwards, something she sure as hell didn't mind doing for him.

Just then, her attention dropped and she gazed towards his cock, gritting her teeth. Gods.. she wanted it inside of her, slowly stretching out her pink, silken walls.. filling her up and forcing her to feel his consistent heartbeat. That thought alone, of him pulsating within her depths, had her moaning, forcing her eyes to close and face pushing further into the soft blankets below her.
 
The way she looked at his cock was enough to turn him on even more. She buried her face into the blankets, as if she couldn't look at it without craving it desperately. The wetness that coated her thighs and crotch was a testament to how bad she wanted it. "Mmm," he murmured. His body knelt down on the bed, she felt it moving beneath her, perhaps he was going to give her what he wanted. Temporarily dropping the camera, his hands grabbed her hips and lifted them up, forcing her knees to naturally support herself. Now she looked even more of a mess, bound up by her own clothing, her thong strapped to one side of her ass to expose her. Her round rear raised up high to be taken, her face submissively gagged and pressed into the bed. "Oh God..." he said, finding it all to be so alluring that he had this woman wrapped around him, willing to do whatever it took to please him. There was another snap of his camera phoneto signal he was still taking pictures directly behind her, except she would not realize how close he was behind her, his cock hovering just inches away from her desperate cunt was captured every time.

He savored the sight, glad he had the pictures of it, although he knew perfectly well that he could have her in this position whenever he pleased, so the pictures served no real purpose. He dropped the phone, letting it fall on the bed as if he had never been interested in it at all. His hand found her hip, where her leg joined her body, and gripped her there firmly, pulling back. Only then did she feel the promise of his cock, nudging against her entrance, before smothering against her inner thigh. He grabbed it, and slowly began to flick the head in and out of her parted lips, watching closely at the back of her head, and the rise and fall of her body to see how her breathing was.
 
The change in positions was more than welcomed, loving how opened she was to him now. With her upper body firmly pinned to the bed, as she supported her weight thoroughly, knees digging deep into the blankets, and keeping her lithe legs wonderfully spread apart, Sasha waited anxiously to feel him. Something told her that she wouldn't be given such a luxury yet, however.. and wherever that little niche of inkling came from, it was completely correct. The breeze, all the while, was teasing at her moist flesh mercilessly, tickling her heated clit and forcing it to jump with excitement at the smallest of touches. She wasn't quite sure how long she would be able to withstand this, her eyes having not opened again, out of fear that she'd be too tempted to look behind her..

Seeing him, only made her want to have him fuck her, far worse. The man was the epitome of what she lusted after.

More pictures were taken and she let her bare ass sway, giving a sound of displeasure. She wanted him! And.. gods, there it was. The instant the thick, pulsing head of his cock came into contact with her swollen pussy, she moaned. The sound was guttural, loud and shameless, instinctively pushing back into the organ, wanting so badly for him to inch closer. Yet again, he made her suffer, Sasha whimpering pitifully whilst he teased his length across her inner thigh, forcing her wetness to visibly drip down her little slit. It fell in droplets off of her humid core, her breath consisting of a ragged, violent pant that forced her mouth to go raw, with how tight her stocking was wrapped against the corners of it. Up and down, he flicked himself across her.. forcing her to jerk violently across the mattress due to just how sensitive she had become.
 
"Mmm," he murmured, enjoying the sight and feel of her. The sudden jerk her body gave was unexpected. Perhaps he had teased her too much. "Baby," he said more sternly, at her jerk. It had disoriented and messed everything up, she had pulled a little too far away. His hand on her hip steadied her, dragging her back closer. A few more flicks, before he eased his hips forward, letting his cock head penetrate her, along with an additional inch. He let go of himself, grabbing the other side of her hip, mimicking the action of his other hand to hold her there.

Simultaneously, his hips jutted forward, and his hands pulled back at her, pulling her back to meet his thrust. Her wetness, and the fact they had sex earlier to stretch her opening out, made it easy for his cock to plunge inside of her. Deep inside of her it went, his hips hitting against her body to make her body jerk forward, her face pressing uncomfortably into the blankets are her upper weight was shifted forward. Every time he entered her, it felt amazing, even if it had been only hours since the last time. He lingered his cock in her, his hands releasing her hips only to grab at her ass, grabbing and manipulating her flesh, pulling and tugging at the soft skin, before he let go, only to bring a hand down on one cheek, hard, spanking her. It squeezed again after the impact, before pulling away, letting her anticipate what he was going to do next. Then came another spank, on her other cheek.
 
"Nnngh.. hmmn.." She hadn't meant to move away so much, honestly.. it was merely a natural reaction. She hadn't been prepared at all, to feel the sudden bout of stimulation. Thankfully, though.. he steadied her with a firm hand, pulling her to where she was needed to be. Sasha laid there, breathing heavily against the mattress whilst she attempted to ignore the aching pain that was beginning to make it's way through her young bones and muscles. Staying like this, was quite an effort in and of itself. It wasn't easy.. especially when all she wanted to do was bury her hands in the sheets, tug at them and force her lower body completely back.

Immobile and forced to stay stationary, the bound woman relished in the way he sank the tip of his cock into her, stretching out her walls with the aid of her wetness. An abundance of natural lube coated him, allowing him to sink deep into her, until his hips smacked down onto the swells of her plump ass. Moaning vividly as she was finally given what she wanted, Sasha opened her eyes and gazed towards the wall nearest to her, beginning to feel the man behind her start up a gradual rhythm. It was far from the violent, hard and deep pounding she wanted.. but fuck, was it relieving to feel him piercing her repeatedly.

The playful, and greedy gropes to her ass made her squirm, whining as his palm struck her, spanking the velvety flesh. The pain was ebbed away.. only to be replaced in her other cheek, her spine arching to force her bare bottom further up, giving him more to work with and in turn, urging him a bit closer. She loved feeling his abdomen against her, and his balls slapping against her slit.. Sasha's mind running wild with what he could do to her, when she was like this. She wanted to tell him how good he felt, how much she loved his fat cock and wanted it to ram her little cunt until she squirted all over it.. but this damned stocking kept her syllables silenced.
 
"Mmm," he stared at disbelief, his lover eagerly raising her rump for more. "You're such a fucking whore... I love it." he murmured softly. His hips pulled back at a moderate pace, and brushed into her again, feeding her his cock. His hands continued to play with her ass, grabbing and groping where ever he felt like, until he stopped, once again grabbing the familiar hold where her hips joined her legs. Once situated, his defined body began to buck against her, wildly, with uncontested thrusts that sent his cock drilling into her depths. Soon, the sound of his body smacking against hers filled the room. His head stared downwards, admiring the sight of her ass, and the way his cock pumped in and out at a demanding pace. Her pussy lips seemed to suck him back in whenever he thrusted forward, grunting.

The bed, which had been in the middle of the room, jerked and shook beneath their weight, his powerful motions again and again shoving her face into the bed, her ass raising to take the pounding and making the balance of her weight shift forward. Anyone could see inside of the window, see his hulking, masculine form behind her, pounding away, his hips rolling to get as deep in as possible, a sweat starting to form on his body. Her helpless form had to take it, and anyone who saw the current state she was in, would mistake the scene for flat out rape. His body moved behind her brutally, shoving at her ass, letting his cock stuff itself in her, pull out, and stuff again. Her juices only made it easier for him to abuse her hole, forcing her to adjust to his size.

His hands let go of her, only to grab at her upper arms. He tugged back on them, her body suddenly being lifted in the air, her head bowing forward in submission. "Take that fucking cock slut!" He roared at her, even more turned on by the fact that she could not answer him. She could feel the lack of blood in her arms soon, and possibly her head if it kept dangling down. She could see between her legs, his balls swinging forward, a brief glimpse of his cock pushing into her depths, pulling out again only to get another glimpse.
 
If she could, she would have been grinning like a devious kitten right about now.. but alas, her mouth was put out of commission. All she could do was simply wait, her eyes turning to glance towards the man from over her shoulder, feeling him continue his leisured pace. It was something that kept her senses heightened, the teasing stroke of his thick cock against her g-spot making her squirm every so often. It was such a faint touch, it made her want more.. and goodness, did he give her just that. Without warning, both of his hands were stationed firmly at her hips, grasping at her.

That single motion made her heart leap, and soon enough he was drilling into her, his abdomen mercilessly thrusting against the woman in a sharp volume of speed and determination. Sasha moaned, the sounds flowing from her unhindered, whilst she relished in the constant smack of his lower body against her ass, keeping himself at a steady, dominating pace. He reached so deeply that she could feel him hitting up against her cervix, the sensation eliciting a yelp every time he sent himself forward, stretching out her walls and urging for her juices to flow freely. They made certain to coat him entirely, aiding him in his quest of having her cum all over him.

Over and over again, he pinned her down into the mattress, her face squished and eyes closed tightly, feeling her weight jerk across the bouncing bed irately. Sasha hadn't expected him to take her by the arms, to the point she was lifted up from the sheets. A line of drool dribbled down from her chin and she groaned, gazing towards the sight beneath her. His heavy, large sac smacked up against her sensitive, swollen clit repeatedly, the sight one that made her muscles tighten all the more. To watch his large shaft sink into her hole, and to feel it in unison.. it was mesmerizing, and served to distract her from the pain that currently filtered through her arms. She was going to cum.. and so soon, too. The helpless woman was pushed to her limits, her fingers curling and uncurling, wrists trying to free themselves from the binds..

Her cries were louder and her frame began to quiver, the telltale sign she was reaching her orgasm. Sasha could only hope he didn't stop, the rush of pleasure sweeping across her, and she stared.. amazed at the image of her juices gushing out, practically spurting to the point they flooded the insides of her thighs. Trickles were heavy as they danced down her flesh, her insides contracting violently about his plunging dick, sucking at it hungrily. She had came, her exclaims considerably muffled by the soaked stocking that was wrapped about her head, limbs taut and aching with soreness.
 
Her cries became louder, and he knew she was close. It only encouraged him to take her harder, her slender body jerking back and forth helplessly as he held her in the air, the loud clap of his firm body against her rear could be be heard outside from the balcony and perhaps even on the streets below the hotel, since they were only on the second floor. Scott relished in the juices she began to spurt on, chuckling in amusement, before he groaned out loud, suddenly letting go of her upper arms to let her fall on the bed once again. Her wrists were still bound together.

He focused on achieving his own release, his cock mercilessly striking in and out of entrance, no longer caring about how it felt to her, only seeking his own gratification. There was a very brief pause as he adjusted himself. His knees straightened as his legs stretched out, his pelvis applying so much weight to her ass that her own knees collapse, and stayed spread, forcing her to lay down in submission. His hands supported his weight on either side of her, his back arching and hips rolling forward to get the deepest penetration possible. "Raise your fucking ass up," he growled at her, in between thrusts. "Take my fucking cock!" It was not such an easy request to do, considering how heavy he felt on top of her, and her weak status after an orgasm.

Her hands still on her back, felt the strength of his stomach, her nails grazing against it occasionally as he let his weight descend against her. His grunts were heard directly behind her, his head so close to hers that she could feel his breathing down the back of her neck, since her hair was cut so short. "Oh baby I'm fucking cumming!" he shouted, his teeth suddenly sinking into the back of her neck, just where her back joined her body. He bit down tightly, obviously intent to keep his grip on her skin until he found his finish.

There was a brief moment where he stopped, his body loosening and ceasing its actions, even his teeth lessened their grip. Then it all came back as his juices began to fill her up, his teeth once again locking against her skin. His hips continued their strong motions against her body, but the pace lessened, just hard, deliberate thrusts that were sure to milk every last drop from his cock, her body jerking helplessly to each motion. When he was done, he merely collapsed on her, breathing hard against her ear, his hands gently caressing her sides as his full weight was on her.

It was only a moment before he pulled off, staring at her body in fascination with a hazy expression. He had just came in her, now that he realized it. He swallowed, and watched her, wondering what she thought about it, if she liked it or not, if she was on some sort of pill. He did not yet remove her binds and gags, but his hand did stroke down soothingly down her spine, using the back of his hand, and his knuckles.
 
It had all happened so quickly.. everything was a blur. The moment she had came, her body growing weak because of the vicious rush it endured, he just.. he let her have it. Pummeling his cock inside of her tight, spasming hole.. forcing her to take it despite the weakness that plagued her, lethargy mixing quickly into her very veins. All Sasha could do was lay there, and try to keep her ass up, moans becoming hoarse and her ass red, due to the insistent smacking of her lover's hips against it. He worked her until he was absolutely spent, urging her to collapse just as he spilled his thick, potent seed within her quivering channel.

At first, she didn't take much notice of it.. but soon enough, as she lay there, panting hotly against the sheets which were now twisted and crinkled beneath her, Sasha was blushing. Her face, naturally, was covered in a heady flush.. but now, it deepened, knowing he had coated her walls thoroughly with his cum. It stuck to her, mixing healthily with her own juices.. and wanting so badly to trickle out, but alas.. his shaft was still tightly lodged and keeping it packed full. For the moment, she merely closed her eyes and allowed her breathing to slowly come down, system dropping from that high of sexual release.

Her neck was aching where he had bit her, and her arms.. they were completely numb. Everything was pounding, a deep throb pulsing through her, straight from the core. She had never experienced something so delightfully degrading and extreme, knowing all too well that she would want this to happen again.. and again. Scott made her feel things that shouldn't be legal, the fact that she had soaked the blankets through where she had cum, proof enough of how wonderful it had all been. It was only going to get better too, wasn't it? This man.. nothing could describe how talented he was, at making her weak.

A groan of relief was heard when he finally pulled his suffocating weight off of her, letting her breathe fully. Sasha had yet to open her eyes, and she didn't need to do so to know that he was gazing at her. She could feel his stare, it was practically burning right through her flesh. Was he worried that she'd be mad, because he hadn't pulled out? Most likely. The tender touch to her spine was something akin to an apology and it made her smile, the corners of her mouth sore and raw, do to the continuous friction against her stocking. She wasn't mad... thankfully, but she was a bit hesitant to tell him she wasn't on the pill.
 
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