even more, allowing his body to slip between them as his throbbing shaft buried itself between her tender lips. The feel of her around him was so warm and wet, that he thrust his hips forward and in one smooth motion plunged his thick shaft deep inside her.
“Oh, yes!” she squealed as he entered her.
Michael continued his long stroke until every inch of him was buried deep inside her. Pinning her hard against the wall, he pushed harder, plunging to her depths over and over while she pushed her hips up to meet him with each stroke.
“Yes!” she squealed, taking all of him with each hard thrust. “Yes, Michael!”
“I love how good you feel,” he groaned, pumping her full of his hard member.
“Oh yes, Michael. Don’t stop!”
“Why? You quit on me earlier,” he teased, as he plunged deep inside her slow and hard. “But now, I want to see you come.”
Michael’s thick shaft slid in slowly, sending her into quivering ecstasy. Her knees buckled beneath her. He grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up over his hip, driving him deep inside her. Holding her up by her thigh, he took her faster and harder. She squeezed her inner muscles around him, and he could feel the excitement building inside him.
“Oh yes!” she squealed. “Oh please, Michael!”
He gripped her hips and ground deep. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before as he plunged his thick shaft deep inside her with a rhythm that pushed her to the edge. He could feel her body shaking and knew that she was nearly beyond control.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned, “Come for me, Sarah.”
His words were enough to push her over the edge.
“Oh, yes!” she nearly screamed as the wave of pleasure overwhelm her. Her body began to shake, as her inner muscles tightened around him rhythmically. She was gasping for air, barely able to breathe, and his body felt like it was on fire.
“Yeah, Sarah.”
“Oh god,” she moaned, trying to pull away to savor her orgasm. “It feels too good. You feel so good.”
But Michael didn’t let up. He kept pushing deep inside her, making the orgasm stretch longer than she ever thought possible. Her body was alight and she could barely catch her breath as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
Finally, he plunged deep inside and knew he was close.
Suddenly, the throbbing pressure exploded through his thick shaft. He groaned under his breath as his thighs quivered and he thrust his hard member deep inside her. And without losing his rhythm, he kept on going, pumping himself into her as he came.
As the orgasm ebbed, he let her hands down and enjoyed the feel of her wrapping her arms around him and pulling her close.
“Sarah,” he moaned, his softened member still inside her. “That was amazing.”
Sarah, recovering from her own prolonged orgasm and trying to catch her breath, said nothing. For a moment, Michael wondered if he had made a mistake. If she hadn’t felt their connection the same way that he did.
“Looks like I won that round,” she said with a grin.
“What?” he said confused.
“You said you would make me beg. Want to try again? Double or nothing?” she asked with a saucy smile.
THE END
Tempting Curves
Description: When Clare agrees to fill in as the maid for a night, she hopes that a short skirt and low cut shirt will earn her a bigger tip. But when sexy billionaire, Justin Taylor sees the voluptuous vixen, he can't help be tempted by her full hips and soft thighs. Now, his hard muscled legs are pressed against the soft curves of her hip and Clare is going to have to choose between cleaning up the house and getting dirty with the boss.
Tempting Curves
Clare looked up at the mansion in front of her and put the car in park.
Mr. Justin Taylor’s home was nestled in the far corner of a cul-de-sac, tucked away from the other homes in his affluent neighborhood. She followed his directions and the driveway around to the back of the house, and once parked,