Billionairess Thief (An Erotic Tale) Read Online Free PDF

tasting every morsel of my pussy like I was a delicacy to be savored. Then he did something that I had never experienced before, he eased an index finger deftly inside my anus and stroked it while he sucked on my clitoris and hummed a lullaby. The erogenous vibration along with his finger’s deep penetration nearly drove me up the wall as he took my body to new heights, leaps and bounds.
     
    I cried out exultantly as my hips worked franticly. I grabbed the back of his head and began to feverishly fuck his face at frenetic pace, then his tongue took a trek down south to join his finger at my anus, in a duel of penetration, causing a joyous manipulation of my body’s most sacred orifice. I praised the rapturous sensation. My head whiplashed back in convulsions. Instantly, I creamed on his face as my body involuntary shook and shivered.
     
    “OOOOHHH, Fucking yessss! Yesssss! That’s it! That’s it! Right there!” he continued to suck on my clitoris, unabated, unmercifully, until it was too much to bear, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I squirmed as he lapped up my juices. His mouth moved with a satiating lubricious tongue. I began to scoot away from him to escape from the pleasures that drove me insane. He pulled me back, pinned my legs down, and continued the lashing of his tongue. The succulent feel of his lips as he devoured my flesh pushed me past the point of ecstasy. Beyond where any man has ever taken me.
     
    I was his victim.
     
    He was my assailant.
     
    “You like this, Marilyn?” he said in muffled tone, smothered in my pussy. I could feel cum sliding down my ass cheeks.
     
    “Yesss! Yessss!” I intoned lewdly.
     
    For some crazy reason, tears welled in my eyes as I rode the turbulent odyssey of his tongue. My hormones were out of sync, and I was on the brink of another orgasm. There was nothing quixotic about the way he ravished my body, completely dominating me with his every whim.
     
    I came again, this time more intense, more violent, causing my entire body to quiver. He pulled his mouth away from me and my pussy felt nude, barren like his mouth was intended to be a part of my anatomy. He just looked at me with a fiendish scowl, opaque blue eyes, like he could see the blueprint to my soul.
     
    “We will pull the heist off together. You and I. Work as a team?” he said with enthusiasm as my juices glistened on his face, saturating his mustache.
     
    I gave him a subtle shrug, something that said, ‘let me think about it’. His face flushed, then he flashed a gloating grin. I felt a draft between my legs. He reached up and squeezed my nipple so hard, it hurt in a pleasurable way. That’s when he pulled out a condom. I watched him like I was in a trance, lulled to submission by his tongue’s dance.
     
    He was so well endowed that it looked like the condom was going to burst as he put it on. I couldn’t help it, I grabbed his cock and stroked like a genie would stroke a magic lamp.
     
    “You’re going to have to go real slow with me. I’m real tight. I’ve never been with a man with a cock that size.”
     
    He grunted his pleasure and stroked himself. I could see the outline of the cock’s massive head through the latex of the condom. He rolled me over on my stomach and spanked me on my ass so hard pain, ricocheted through my body.
     
    “Ouch!” I complained.
     
    Secretly, I had always enjoyed rough sex, and men and bad boys who know what they are doing. I could tell the lascivious prowess of his sex would be indiscriminate as his large hand plied my pussy lips apart. I heard him spit on his cock and stroke himself autoerotic, preparing to go deep inside me.
     
    He eased the head of his shaft inside my wet pussy. I gasped, eyes spread wide as pain went through my body. It felt like he was tearing the walls of my vagina, stretching me. I grabbed hold of the couch and sucked in a breath as he went deeper. His body worked up a rhythm. He developed a pace. He stroked me faster. I