movements.
“You have the control now, Chef,” she said, making the transition deliberately obvious to him. “Don’t make me regret it.” Anne sat back, waiting for him to act as he rubbed his pink wrists. She didn’t have to wait long—he brought his knees up quickly, forcing her to fall forward over his chest. He twisted his hand in her hair and yanked her head back as he brought her left breast to his mouth. He sucked hard on her nipple and squeezed her tender flesh hard enough to bruise her as he rapidly thrust into her wet pussy.
“Fuck yes, Chef,” she moaned. “Fuck me harder. Harder, Chef, harder.”
He did as she’d asked, eager to please her even when he’d been given control of her body, and she felt herself losing focus on top of him. She gasped as he released her nipple and went still under her. She pouted, wondering what the hell he was doing until he moved her off him, tossing her onto the bed beside him. He kept his promise and held onto her hair as he yanked her legs back against him.
“God, your ass is perfect,” he said, running his free hand over her hip and butt cheek. Flushing deeply, she gasped loudly as his hand came down on first one cheek then the other. He squeezed, pulling at her soft flesh before he spanked her again.
Then, in one smooth motion that took her breath away, he entered her again and began pounding inside her pussy as if he hadn’t missed a beat. She moaned, her breasts bouncing wildly with his thrusts as he tugged on her hair, forcing her neck back.
“Tell me you like it,” he gasped.
Anne smiled. “I fucking love it, Chef. Your big cock feels so good in me.”
He groaned. “Yes. Just like that. Tell me.”
Feeling hotter than she had all day, Anne nodded as much as his hand in her hair allowed. “I knew I wanted you the moment I saw you come into my building through my security feed,” she confessed. “You were cute years ago but now you’re practically divine.”
“Back then, when we met,” he said between loud groans, “I knew I wanted you under me. You were my dad’s friend, a professional colleague. And someone I didn’t think would ever notice me.”
Anne chuckled. “Oh, I noticed. But jail isn’t exactly an ideal place for me. But now, now you’re hardly off limits.”
He released her hair to put both hands on her hips and Anne fell forward, her head resting against the mattress.
“I fantasized about you all through college and was so hard coming up here I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to walk. Your breasts, your ass, the way you lick a spoon after you taste something on the shows you used to host. You made this chocolate torte once and moaned right after trying it. I fucking nearly came in my pants right there in the middle of class.”
She smiled, his words thrilling her as his cock bounced inside her pussy. Anne reached between her legs with one hand and balanced on the other. She wasn’t surprised to find her pussy soaking wet. Jacob was a fantastic fuck, one of the best she’d had in a long time. He smacked her ass again, sending shock waves of need through her body.
“I’m close,” she moaned, the tight ball in her core coiling together and threatening to send her off to oblivion with the slightest provocation.
“All right,” Jacob said, sounding out of breath as he sped up. “Tell me what you need.”
Anne closed her eyes. Cutting off that one sense allowed her to focus on the others. The sound of his breath, the warmth of his hands on her hips, the thrusting of his cock into her pussy. His short nails dug into her skin and she knew there would be small crescent moon marks to go with the bruises tomorrow. Being marked by Jacob was nearly enough to throw her over the edge of her pleasure and send her cascading to the bottom. Almost. But she needed a bit more than that in this moment. “The flogger,” she gasped. “Use it on me.”
“You sure?” he asked, hesitating.
“Yes!” she hissed, nearly whining in
“You have the control now, Chef,” she said, making the transition deliberately obvious to him. “Don’t make me regret it.” Anne sat back, waiting for him to act as he rubbed his pink wrists. She didn’t have to wait long—he brought his knees up quickly, forcing her to fall forward over his chest. He twisted his hand in her hair and yanked her head back as he brought her left breast to his mouth. He sucked hard on her nipple and squeezed her tender flesh hard enough to bruise her as he rapidly thrust into her wet pussy.
“Fuck yes, Chef,” she moaned. “Fuck me harder. Harder, Chef, harder.”
He did as she’d asked, eager to please her even when he’d been given control of her body, and she felt herself losing focus on top of him. She gasped as he released her nipple and went still under her. She pouted, wondering what the hell he was doing until he moved her off him, tossing her onto the bed beside him. He kept his promise and held onto her hair as he yanked her legs back against him.
“God, your ass is perfect,” he said, running his free hand over her hip and butt cheek. Flushing deeply, she gasped loudly as his hand came down on first one cheek then the other. He squeezed, pulling at her soft flesh before he spanked her again.
Then, in one smooth motion that took her breath away, he entered her again and began pounding inside her pussy as if he hadn’t missed a beat. She moaned, her breasts bouncing wildly with his thrusts as he tugged on her hair, forcing her neck back.
“Tell me you like it,” he gasped.
Anne smiled. “I fucking love it, Chef. Your big cock feels so good in me.”
He groaned. “Yes. Just like that. Tell me.”
Feeling hotter than she had all day, Anne nodded as much as his hand in her hair allowed. “I knew I wanted you the moment I saw you come into my building through my security feed,” she confessed. “You were cute years ago but now you’re practically divine.”
“Back then, when we met,” he said between loud groans, “I knew I wanted you under me. You were my dad’s friend, a professional colleague. And someone I didn’t think would ever notice me.”
Anne chuckled. “Oh, I noticed. But jail isn’t exactly an ideal place for me. But now, now you’re hardly off limits.”
He released her hair to put both hands on her hips and Anne fell forward, her head resting against the mattress.
“I fantasized about you all through college and was so hard coming up here I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to walk. Your breasts, your ass, the way you lick a spoon after you taste something on the shows you used to host. You made this chocolate torte once and moaned right after trying it. I fucking nearly came in my pants right there in the middle of class.”
She smiled, his words thrilling her as his cock bounced inside her pussy. Anne reached between her legs with one hand and balanced on the other. She wasn’t surprised to find her pussy soaking wet. Jacob was a fantastic fuck, one of the best she’d had in a long time. He smacked her ass again, sending shock waves of need through her body.
“I’m close,” she moaned, the tight ball in her core coiling together and threatening to send her off to oblivion with the slightest provocation.
“All right,” Jacob said, sounding out of breath as he sped up. “Tell me what you need.”
Anne closed her eyes. Cutting off that one sense allowed her to focus on the others. The sound of his breath, the warmth of his hands on her hips, the thrusting of his cock into her pussy. His short nails dug into her skin and she knew there would be small crescent moon marks to go with the bruises tomorrow. Being marked by Jacob was nearly enough to throw her over the edge of her pleasure and send her cascading to the bottom. Almost. But she needed a bit more than that in this moment. “The flogger,” she gasped. “Use it on me.”
“You sure?” he asked, hesitating.
“Yes!” she hissed, nearly whining in
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