Ethan
Her muscles softened, her hole opening for me like a flower bud unfurling for the first morning light.
I kept her legs spread wide, knowing the camera would catch it all, and stepped forward until Anne’s back rested against me.
Her wrists were still pulled taut by the hook—a reminder that we were in my playroom.
I lifted her and dropped her onto my cock, snapping my hips up to make sure she took every inch of my rigid length. I growled and set a sharp, rapid pace.
Her cries were full of pain and discomfort at first, before she adjusted and took me like a good backdoor slut.
“Harder,” she grunted.
I obliged, bouncing her up and down as if it were an Olympic event. She loved a good, long, hard fuck, and that’s what she’d get.
“Ooooh, yes,” she screamed. “Fuck my arse, Ethan. Give me that cock.”
Her muscles began to clamp down on me, and my heart felt as if it would burst from my chest. My balls tightened as I drove into her.
“Yes. Oh god,” she moaned. “Fuck, I need it. Ugh. So good.”
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. We were both so close.
“Gonna pump that tight arse full of cum,” I panted.
“Yes. Oh, yes,” she gasped.
Fuck. She was fucking amazing.
I let her fall as I thrust as hard as I could. Her scream cut short as her body began to shudder, her arsehole clamping around me as my cum burst out of me. Black splotches bloomed across my vision as the tension fractured into a million pieces.
“Yeah,” I groaned as more spilled into her. “Perfect little arsehole, just for me.”
She sagged against me, twitching around me, struggling to breathe.
I sighed and held her there, still impaled on my cock.
One day I’d take Anne to my parents’ grave. I wanted to fuck her over my mother’s dead body. More cum pulsed out of me at the thought.
I relaxed my hands and lifted her off, resting her high against me. Hot, wet cum dribbled down my abdomen.
“I’m not done yet,” Anne finally croaked.
I chuckled.
Neither was I.
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She sagged on top of me, our sweat merging. I wrapped my arms around her damp back, trying to catch my breath. She’d ridden me so hard I was certain my poor cock was chafed.
But I loved being connected like this. Our cum pooled inside her and dripped down my balls. Her cunt spasmed, and my grip tightened.
“I think I’m done now,” she moaned into my neck.
“Rest,” I said, rubbing her lower back. “You won’t even notice when I fuck you in your sleep.”
She giggled, her body shaking, those delightfully full tits pressed against my chest. That sound had never existed in my home before, let alone my bedroom.
I’d hung Eva up by her feet and slit her throat. Anne had observed as the blood dripped into a bucket—it seemed wasteful when she could add it to her canvas.
“I’d like the Frenchman’s heart,” she murmured, stifling a yawn. “I want to paint our story through his decimated heart.”
I stroked her hair, running my hand down to the curve of her arse.
No wonder my dick never went down around Anne.
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“Dr Hammond, there’s an Anne Selbourne here to see you,” Ashlyn said, poking her head into my office.
I set the file on my desk and nodded.
“Send her in. Always send her in when I’m not with a client,” I said, sharper than I’d intended.
She looked startled for a moment and rushed off. I ran my fingers through my hair and checked the knot of my tie was dead centre.
Anne didn’t knock. She flung the door open, and the first thing I did was check for her ring. The platinum and diamond caught the sunlight streaming through the window, the deep navy of her dress making the stone seem brighter still.
I stood to greet her.
“This is a nice surprise,” I murmured before kissing her.
“I missed my dick and thought I’d bring the attachment some lunch,” she said lightly, pulling back to wipe her gloss from my lips.
I caught her wrist.
“Leave it.”
She smirked and set a paper bag on my desk.
“That was nice of you, thinking of us,” I said, drawing her down onto my lap. “Is my lunch poisoned?”
“Would you still eat it?” she asked sweetly, pressing her breasts to my face until I could practically taste her perfume.
I closed my eyes and inhaled, knowing I was utterly fucked when the voice in my brain screamed yes.
“Probably,” I muttered.
Her arm curled around my neck as she settled into my lap, the warmth of her seeping through my shirt.
When I opened my eyes, her pupils were blown wide, darkening the blue to something deep and oceanic.
But that wasn’t what eradicated my earlier mood.
It was the soft smile, and the softer thing sitting in her eyes.
A look I’d never seen in eyes that were usually sharp and lethal.
My cock stiffened against the give of her arse.
Her smile widened, and she leaned down until her breath brushed my ear.
“I’m not wearing any underwear,” she whispered.
She’d come in her battle armour—the dress, the gloss, the heels—and I was just a dick ready to service her.
And I’d never been happier.