" He pulled her to the bed, undoing his trousers and hitching up her skirt as he did. Dragging down the top of her dress, he feasted on her breasts again, entering her with her thousand-pound dress tangled all round her waist. He thrust into her frantically and she came fast and furiously. They lay together breathing heavily and then she felt him harden again. Peeling her dress from her, he then lifted her from the bed, bending her over the chair by the dressing table. He came into her from behind, rutting like a dog, where she could see herself in the mirror, legs trembling, her breasts squeezed tight in his hands, being fucked by this handsome stranger. Lifting her again, he sat her on the dressing table, pressing her thighs around him as he pushed into her. She laid back, grasping at the table, scattering her jewelry to the floor, knocking over the table lamps, and came again.
"Better now?" he said, with a smile.
"Yes," she breathed. "Yes."
He took her hand and led her to the bed. "Want to open that champagne?"
"No." She curled up on the bed, This was what she'd wanted. Anonymous fucking with no chitchat, no foreplay, no commitment. It would be better now if he just left. "I'm tired." The truth was, she was exhausted. Physically and emotionally spent.
He lay down beside her, still stroking her butt. "You're one hell of a sexy woman," he said. "
― Carole Matthews , The Chocolate Lovers' Club
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"Yes," she breathed. "Yes."
He took her hand and led her to the bed. "Want to open that champagne?"
"No." She curled up on the bed, This was what she'd wanted. Anonymous fucking with no chitchat, no foreplay, no commitment. It would be better now if he just left. "I'm tired." The truth was, she was exhausted. Physically and emotionally spent.
He lay down beside her, still stroking her butt. "You're one hell of a sexy woman," he said." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>