Illicit Encounters: Fresh Grind
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Lonely Moira never expected her whispered confession about her desire to be dominated to lead to a down and dirty encounter in the back room of her favorite coffee shop.
Warning: This 3,400 word short story includes domination, pain play and hot, explicit sex. More
“Turn around, slowly,” he commanded, his voice sounding harsh to his own ears. His cock throbbed as she complied. Those sexy panties turned out to be a thong, and the ass that was presented to him made his mouth water. High, firm and plump, he longed to get his hands on her. Her ass was made for spanking. He clenched his fists at his side to stop from grabbing her and bending her over and slamming into her immediately.
She stopped turning and she faced him again, hands still behind her back. She was breathing heavily, and he could clearly see her nipples through her bra. Unable to contain himself any longer, he grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her to him. His mouth came down hard onto hers.
Without a thought her mouth opened to his assault, and his tongue quickly entered. He thrust hard, his tongue scraping over hers erotically. She moaned into his mouth, returning his kiss with equal fervor.
His hands roamed down her back, stopping briefly to expertly pop the clip on her bra. Continuing downward, he grabbed her ass with both hands, unable to stop himself from squeezing and massaging the firm globes. He pulled her tightly against him, and there was no mistaking the erection that pressed into her stomach, even through his jeans. Her hands reached down between them, wanting desperately to stroke his cock. She brushed her fingers over him and he suddenly broke off their heated kiss.
“No touching, naughty girl. Not until I tell you to,” he grated out. He knew full well that if her fingers wrapped around his cock now, he wouldn’t last much longer. There was so much more of her he was aching to touch and taste, starting with those amazing tits.