rogue strand of hair out of my face. Feeling th

preferred it when they were

and set up in the corner. The dark purple leather stood out in

ng them out here is the first s

o the side. "You're real

f course – you

ought it was a ruse to spe

can be both. Now, let's get that fuck

raked over my body. With a smirk, I tu

irror or

arms around my midsection and pulling me again

n't f

ng me, George moved to the overstuffed leather armchair and pu

nd sat, gesturing

through his, I let hi

rd, savoring the taut hardness of his torso. "W

sweater and slipped underneath. "Yo

ngers traced the curve of my s

the clasp of my bra, I

of worry on his face. "

c of my shirt and raised it up, exposing my abdomen. "I

teasing him, I slid my jeans over my hips, exposing the intri

eet, I stepped out of them, letting my p

ty of his stare to

ked my lips. "Do

lifter. I'd gathered a nice hoard of stolen luxuries before a close call forced me into retirement. Most of them were still hidden in

e these

me melting. Unable to speak, I nodde

, against my skin. Pulling it up, he watched with fascinati

n he asked, "Did you en

y pressed his thumb against the fabric,

f you, baby. How can I

is voice had me dizzy

ther to test the growing wetness there.

d at me as he slipped his finger

feel about n

ied to focus. "Wha-

ou, 'my little slut'? How

never tolerate being talked to like that... but something about the way George sai

hink I

being called a slut, or you

t through me. "I like b

id the fly of his pants, e

s his hand wrapped

them

o give him a show. Sliding my thumbs beneath the straps,

to practice this – I hav

tners had been patient

ry stare, I felt reassured tha

approached the chair, inten

stopp

n ar

eft no room for argument. I pivoted,

to his thighs. I leaned back, feeling the ins

down, catching behind my

rror as he pulled my legs up a

hispered in my

the chair as his hands s

rs inside of me, stroking me as h

, f

e, so desperate for

stripped me of my restraint, my inhibitions and my

ell, that's too bad. My little slut

- w

ing into my hair. "You di

ha

tched his eyes drop to the bra that

, all but ripping the clasp open an

against my neck. "N

attention, and as I pinched them lightly, I arched ba

eas

pectacle I was making. "I'm no

ge, p

aused for a

it ag

ha

say it agai

ing wave of pleasure. I didn't want to cum,

please

ers move

or

squeal, "Please, George,

ss, his hands were beneat

ad my fingers around him, guiding

y, teasing us both as

y warmth enveloped

back and began r

urned to circle my clitoris, and in no

- please,

ear. "My little slu

, and I whimpered, "I lo

ainst my cheek. "Then

e to my core. George's ferocious eyes stared at us, at the relentle

I watched as his cock pumped into me, feel

uc

was

ed through my entire body. I felt my pussy clenching

nds I was making, focused only on the abs

ied himself inside me, c

d sated as we both slip

rest on my inner thighs

ong moment passed, and he said, "You know, I

s I nuzzled