Writings of the Devils Messenger: Welcome Home - Sex Stories

Writings of the Devils Messenger: Welcome Home

... breasts to move them up to her shoulders to ease the beaded straps down and along her arms, only then did she realize that when his grip on her had loosened she had reached forward and was now gripping the railing on the balcony for dear life. Letting go, she dropped her arms down so that he could move the straps down her arms. Once free of her arms, the negligee slid smoothly down her body to pool at her ankles leaving her bare to him, exposed, helpless to him with her need and desire. Once more he presses himself to her, now she can feel his hard body against her own softer one, she moans out in pure pleasure of the feelings, every place their bodies touch was like electricity running through her. His hands move over her body, touching everywhere he could reach, a low groan coming from her as he grinds against her once more, making her whimper out, wiggle and squirm against him as if trying to meld herself to him. Her own hands reaching back to do much the same, her nail grazing along his flesh. No sooner than she does this, does his hands come to her arms pulling them away from her just as he takes a step back, drawing her arms behind her back, gaining control of her. "Are you ready, Baby Girl?" , he growls from behind her, that kind of growl that told her how far gone he was. "Yes, I am beyond ready, I need you now." She purrs back looking over her through a screen of her hair. Running his hands from her arms down to her wrists, he takes both of her slender wrists into ...

... one of his hands, keeping them locked behind her back, his other hand snaking up into her hair to turn her head back forward, pushing, bending her over the railing. "Don't move." He growls again but this time more controlling more commanding, all she can do is whimper in response, her body trembling even as she goes still, she knew that tone, making her heart skip a beat. Letting go of her hair, his hand moves down the center of her back, his touch feather light, still teasing her, down to the curve of her butt, caressing it before moving it to her hip, his grip tightening becoming more possessive. She feels him shift, move closer, the she feels his tip pressing to her entrance, parting her glistening lips, then more beginning to fill her tight wet walls, inch by delicious inch, stretching her to accept his size, her breath catching. Suddenly he pushes hard, filling her with the last couple inches at once, a soft cry slips from her, feeling his tip pressing against her cervix, opening her more for him. She hears his growling groan behind, "So wet, so tight, so perfect." as he pulls back just to her entrance, wanting to push back against him to take him within the tight confines of her sex once more, but she cant his hold and his words keep her still, waiting. He doesnt make her wait more than a couple seconds that feels like an eternity, he pumps back inot her, one solid thrust, hard enough to make her body jerk foward against the railing, causing her to cry out softly once ...