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“What’s wrong?” Liz asked, as she placed her purse on the table.
He just glared at her as he stormed into the kitchen. She followed hesitantly behind him. She watched as he filled a glass with water, his broad shoulders tense, his knuckles white as he clutched the glass. She kicked off her black strappy heels a bit harder than necessary.
“Well clearly something is bothering you, and I have no idea what it could be,” she said, frustrated. They had just attended his annual work Christmas party and things seemed to be fine at first. He was dressed in a suit, with the sexy blue tie she had bought him for his birthday that set off his blue eyes perfectly. She was in a new little black dress, ‘little” being an understatement. It was short, sleeveless and backless, but still impossibly managed to look elegant.
“You seemed to be getting a lot of attention tonight,” he stated. It wasn’t a question.
“Is that what this is?” she asked incredulously. “You’re jealous?”
She saw his jaw tighten. “You were being pawed at by men all night.”
Liz was surprised at his dangerously soft tone. She thought back to their evening and realized that she had been talking to a few of his colleagues, but only to make a good impression for his sake. He had been hired only a few months previously and this party was a big deal for him, so she wanted to appear like the supportive girlfriend that she was.
But as she watched him standing there, she could tell that he hadn’tseen it that way. She sighed. She crossed the kitchen to where he leaned against the counter, and wrapped her arms around him, under his jacket.
“You know I’m yours,” Liz said quietly, as she looked up into his eyes. She slid his jacket off his shoulders and placed it on the counter beside them. She ran her hands down the front of his chest and dragged her red polished nails over the soft fabric of his shirt.
Suddenly he picked her up and carried her to the table and sat her down hard. She gasped as the air left her lungs. He was standing between her legs and he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh.
“Is this mine?” he asked as he slid his hand up further and cupped her pussy.
“Yes” she said breathlessly, feeling his rough hands through the sheer black lace of her panties.
“That’s right. It is,” he said at the same time he moved her panties to the side and slid his finger up inside her. She moaned as he moved it around, and she could feel her immediate wet response to his fingering. So could he.
He yanked down the dress to expose her tits. “Who do these belong to?” He grabbed a pink nipple in his mouth and sucked on it hungrily.
“You.” It was all she could manage to say, as he tugged almost painfully with his teeth. He released her hard nipple and found her mouth instead. She took in a quick breath of air as he plunged his tongue between her lips, taking her mouth with his. One hand was around her throat, firmly holding her head in place. The other was rubbing her clit, and she could feel her muscles tensing with anticipation. He was relentless, working her swollen clit as she squirmed against him. She was panting now, each breath ragged and harsh.
“And who knows how to rub your little cunt the way you like it?” He whispered into her ear, slightly mocking but so seductive. His breath tickled her neck and he bit her ear lobe hard. Oh fuck! Her orgasm exploded, and she couldn’t stop from yelling into his shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure shook her body. He held her against him, gently rubbing her pussy as she came, feeling her wetness drenching his hand. Her muscles relaxed and she felt like jello. But he wasn’t done yet.
He stood her up and pulled the dress off of her almost savagely, and dropped it to the floor. Then he dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled her black lace panties down roughly, before leaning forward and giving her wet pussy a lick. She gasped, not expecting it, and pulled away, but he held her firmly to his mouth, burying his tongue into her soft, pink wetness. She grabbed his hair, wanting to pull him closer and push him away, both at the same time. He stood up suddenly and kissed her again, and she could taste her pussy on his lips. Then he turned her around and bent her over the table. He admired the view for a second before he slapped her ass hard, once on each cheek, watching it jiggle, watching with satisfaction as the pale skin turned a bright pink. His rock hard cock easily pushed into her and he spread her ass to watch it disappear into her slippery wet cunt. He exhaled loudly as he felt her tight pussy grip his cock, and he thrusted hard.
Liz was so sensitive from her orgasm that every thrust in her pussy caused her to whimper, but she wiggled her ass against him, wanting to feel his cum inside her. She was such a little cock-hungry whore for him. Only for him. She grabbed the edge of the table, holding on as he used her body harder, more urgently. She moaned as he writhed and thrusted against her, and she could feel his cock harden even more. He growled as he came, grabbing her ass and hip, and she could feel his cum pumping into her now aching pussy. So deliciously aching.
He rested against her back for a moment to catch his breath, and then slowly pulled out. She tried to lift herself up but realized her tits were stuck to the table with sweat. She laughed. She must look a mess. She unstuck herself and turned around to face him. He was flushed but still fully clothed. She was a naked wet wreck beside him, long blonde hair messy, skin slick, and his cum dripping down her thighs. She eyed the ruined dress on the floor.
“Do you feel better now?” she asked, a little miffed. He smiled and scooped her up and carried her to their bed. She got under the blankets and stretched out luxuriously on the cool cotton sheets. She always felt incredible after a good hard fuck. She heard him getting naked and felt the bed move as he climbed in behind her. She loved when he was the big spoon. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and snuggled her ass against his cock.
“You ruined my new dress,” Liz exclaimed sleepily.
“You looked beautiful in it, “ he whispered into her hair. “But never wear it again.” She could hear the smile in his words.
“You’re mine,” he said.
“I’m yours.”
He just glared at her as he stormed into the kitchen. She followed hesitantly behind him. She watched as he filled a glass with water, his broad shoulders tense, his knuckles white as he clutched the glass. She kicked off her black strappy heels a bit harder than necessary.
“Well clearly something is bothering you, and I have no idea what it could be,” she said, frustrated. They had just attended his annual work Christmas party and things seemed to be fine at first. He was dressed in a suit, with the sexy blue tie she had bought him for his birthday that set off his blue eyes perfectly. She was in a new little black dress, ‘little” being an understatement. It was short, sleeveless and backless, but still impossibly managed to look elegant.
“You seemed to be getting a lot of attention tonight,” he stated. It wasn’t a question.
“Is that what this is?” she asked incredulously. “You’re jealous?”
She saw his jaw tighten. “You were being pawed at by men all night.”
Liz was surprised at his dangerously soft tone. She thought back to their evening and realized that she had been talking to a few of his colleagues, but only to make a good impression for his sake. He had been hired only a few months previously and this party was a big deal for him, so she wanted to appear like the supportive girlfriend that she was.
But as she watched him standing there, she could tell that he hadn’tseen it that way. She sighed. She crossed the kitchen to where he leaned against the counter, and wrapped her arms around him, under his jacket.
“You know I’m yours,” Liz said quietly, as she looked up into his eyes. She slid his jacket off his shoulders and placed it on the counter beside them. She ran her hands down the front of his chest and dragged her red polished nails over the soft fabric of his shirt.
Suddenly he picked her up and carried her to the table and sat her down hard. She gasped as the air left her lungs. He was standing between her legs and he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh.
“Is this mine?” he asked as he slid his hand up further and cupped her pussy.
“Yes” she said breathlessly, feeling his rough hands through the sheer black lace of her panties.
“That’s right. It is,” he said at the same time he moved her panties to the side and slid his finger up inside her. She moaned as he moved it around, and she could feel her immediate wet response to his fingering. So could he.
He yanked down the dress to expose her tits. “Who do these belong to?” He grabbed a pink nipple in his mouth and sucked on it hungrily.
“You.” It was all she could manage to say, as he tugged almost painfully with his teeth. He released her hard nipple and found her mouth instead. She took in a quick breath of air as he plunged his tongue between her lips, taking her mouth with his. One hand was around her throat, firmly holding her head in place. The other was rubbing her clit, and she could feel her muscles tensing with anticipation. He was relentless, working her swollen clit as she squirmed against him. She was panting now, each breath ragged and harsh.
“And who knows how to rub your little cunt the way you like it?” He whispered into her ear, slightly mocking but so seductive. His breath tickled her neck and he bit her ear lobe hard. Oh fuck! Her orgasm exploded, and she couldn’t stop from yelling into his shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure shook her body. He held her against him, gently rubbing her pussy as she came, feeling her wetness drenching his hand. Her muscles relaxed and she felt like jello. But he wasn’t done yet.
He stood her up and pulled the dress off of her almost savagely, and dropped it to the floor. Then he dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled her black lace panties down roughly, before leaning forward and giving her wet pussy a lick. She gasped, not expecting it, and pulled away, but he held her firmly to his mouth, burying his tongue into her soft, pink wetness. She grabbed his hair, wanting to pull him closer and push him away, both at the same time. He stood up suddenly and kissed her again, and she could taste her pussy on his lips. Then he turned her around and bent her over the table. He admired the view for a second before he slapped her ass hard, once on each cheek, watching it jiggle, watching with satisfaction as the pale skin turned a bright pink. His rock hard cock easily pushed into her and he spread her ass to watch it disappear into her slippery wet cunt. He exhaled loudly as he felt her tight pussy grip his cock, and he thrusted hard.
Liz was so sensitive from her orgasm that every thrust in her pussy caused her to whimper, but she wiggled her ass against him, wanting to feel his cum inside her. She was such a little cock-hungry whore for him. Only for him. She grabbed the edge of the table, holding on as he used her body harder, more urgently. She moaned as he writhed and thrusted against her, and she could feel his cock harden even more. He growled as he came, grabbing her ass and hip, and she could feel his cum pumping into her now aching pussy. So deliciously aching.
He rested against her back for a moment to catch his breath, and then slowly pulled out. She tried to lift herself up but realized her tits were stuck to the table with sweat. She laughed. She must look a mess. She unstuck herself and turned around to face him. He was flushed but still fully clothed. She was a naked wet wreck beside him, long blonde hair messy, skin slick, and his cum dripping down her thighs. She eyed the ruined dress on the floor.
“Do you feel better now?” she asked, a little miffed. He smiled and scooped her up and carried her to their bed. She got under the blankets and stretched out luxuriously on the cool cotton sheets. She always felt incredible after a good hard fuck. She heard him getting naked and felt the bed move as he climbed in behind her. She loved when he was the big spoon. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and snuggled her ass against his cock.
“You ruined my new dress,” Liz exclaimed sleepily.
“You looked beautiful in it, “ he whispered into her hair. “But never wear it again.” She could hear the smile in his words.
“You’re mine,” he said.
“I’m yours.”
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