over and his thrusting and pounding erection buried deep inside her,
Jenny gave in to her orgasm, crying out near-silently for fear of getting
caught, she threw her head back and gasped and twitched; pushing herself
backwards to force the stranger’s prick as deep as it would go inside her once
more. With the waves of her dying orgasm quivering over his amazing cock, Mark
thrust once, twice, harder than ever before, and continued to massage Jenny’s
throbbing clitoris even as their shared pleasure died and they lay, spent on a
stranger’s desk in an office, in the middle of the day.
They
broke apart and dressed hurriedly, with Jenny using the tiny desk mirror to
sort her hair. She smiled knowingly at Mark as he straightened his tie.
“How
would you say the interview went?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes. Mark
grinned widely and checked his cufflinks. He was flawlessly dressed, as if
nothing had happened.
“I
wouldn’t know,” he said, walking over to the door. “I’m just the office intern.
Can I get you a cup of coffee? The interview panel will be along shortly,” and
with a wink of his eye, Mark unlocked the door and walked out, leaving a
stunned, blushing and furious Jennifer sitting in the office chair where the
two of them had just had sex.
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By Lucia Jordan!
‘Bounds
Of Passion’ is the first book in the exciting new ‘Bound’ series by Lucia
Jordan
Lydia Westwood has the libido that can’t be calmed, and no
one can satisfy her. Frustrated with the lack of pleasure she gets from her
men, Lydia turns to the world of BDSM, and meets the
handsome and mysterious Jack Riding, whose skills and expertise might just give
Lydia the orgasm she’s craving, but at what cost?
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Jack Riding
continued his assault on Lydia’s clitoris and she cried out as her pleasure
mounted. As she began to twitch with the start of an orgasmic wave, he let the
riding crop fall and leaned over her naked back to whisper in her ear.
“Why did
you join the website?”
“Because,” she gasped. “Because no man has ever been able to
make me come before he does when fucking me,” she turned her head slightly.
“Can you do it?”
“I can’t
promise anything,” Jack replied with a smile. “Now, head down,” he pushed her
dark locks over her face and took a hold of her hips. “I like a challenge,” he
added, touching just the tip of his cock to her wetness. She tried to back into
him and received a slap on her backside for her trouble. “Keep still,” he
snapped, and she fought to relax her limbs. Her legs, splayed apart with the
restraint revealing and displaying their hidden treasures, which Jack pressed
minutely against.
Lydia felt
the amazingness of having a lover just touching her – resting his hot,
pink glans against her entrance, but not actively seeking it. Her wetness mixed
with Jack’s pre-cum and they seemed to be joined in the heat of the moment.
Then, with
barely any thrusting at all, Jack pressed inside her, slowly entering her
passage, whilst all the time stroking her clitoris, gently, gently. Heat
radiated all over Lydia’s flesh and she felt the wounds Jack had given her glow
with a strange mix of pleasure and pain, heightened by this welcome intrusion
into her sex. She felt the glowing head of his cock pushing her sex open
– making way for the long, thick shaft behind it. She felt, more keenly
than before, the way her sex rippled and fluttered over the man’s cock, tasting
and touching every time morsel of it. It was more intimate than she had ever
felt before.