Sleazy like Sunday morning! #2 in my paperback porn series.

He had her by the wrists this time. As she lay there beneath his weight, she knew that there would be no escaping him tonight. She didn't want to. Tonight was exactly what she needed after a long and terrible week. As his hands tightened their grip on her, she writhed below him thrusting her pelvis forward to meet his rugged advance. She turned onto her stomach at his will and command. She didn't mind. His warm breath was sweet against the back of her perfumed neck. He traded licks for bites and back again and sucked her skin with a deafening and delicate force. She felt a warm wave splash over her leaving her wetter by the second. He turned her around again. She looked up at his body, studying his tattoos. In a fever he tore off her skirt. His hands like knives shaving the fabric from her skin. She wasn't wearing panties tonight. She could sense that her inner thighs were completely drenched at this point. His warm hand slid up her leg and when he softly stuck two fingers into her wanting pussy, her moans became the fuel for a long ride. Frantically, she tugged at his belt until the brass threatened to snap. Finally, his trousers down, she could reciprocate much to his delight. She wrapped her hand around his prick and gave it a series of pulls. She could feel the blood rushing through his dick as she squeezed it harder and harder. He was excited and he could feel his cum dying to burst out, but tonight was special. Tonight she'll be fucked by no lesser than the Devil himself.

He urged her off of the bed and she followed him toward the balcony. It was there where he'd ultimately take her. As the wind blew, goosebumps covered her arms. He grabbed her and faced her against the ledge. The city was so beautiful. HIgh above the honking of cabs he rammed himself into her with wild abandon. He could contain himself no longer. He thrashed about her insides while she listened to his measured breaths. That's what turned her on the most; the sound of a man fucking her. She braced herself against the railing as he bashed her from behind. A good while later he pulled away and headed back into the bedroom. Out of breath, she stood and made her way back into his arms. As their bodies crashed, he took in a a good whiff of her hair. It was clean and only served to increase his desires. He sat at the foot of the bed and beckoned her to stand before him. He grabbed her breasts with both hands while his mouth found its target at their very tips. His tongue expertly swabbed her taut nipples, his saliva like a sheet of ice against her boiling flesh. He reached around and took hold of her ass. It was firm, perfect, and begging to be kissed. He spun her so that he could admire the softness of her derriere. He traced her spine with his tongue while running his fingertips gently down her arms. Her body shuddered and she let out a soft moan. As he ran his hands up her thighs she stood with her legs further apart, giving him a glimpse at her sopping vagina. "Oh, how pretty it was" he thought. Seizing the opportunity he bent her at the waist and began to lick her pussy. She grabbed his hair and pressed herself against his mouth. Her hips moved inwards and outwards against his probing tongue. He then turned his attention upward and slid his wet bottom lip against her naughtier hole. She did not protest. Taking this as a cue he began to dart his tongue in and out of her asshole until it began to pucker in anticipation. She was turned on. She wanted more. He stood and held her by the waist. She remained bent over because she knew what was to come. She knew what present she would be given on this night. With a pop, his dick was thrust into her tight ass. It was obvious that she hadn't much experience with this degree of sex. He spared her none. His hips smashing against the reddened flesh of her bottom sounded like someone was clapping in the room. She could feel his fingers digging increasingly deeper into the hook of her pelvis, drawing her in as if being reeled in by a trapper. The sweat dripping off of their bodies drenched the sheet around them. They didn't notice. When he pulled out of her, she exhaled intently as if relieved to have been freed of his appendage, but actually she was relieved that he would continue having his way with her.

He swung his arm around her and laid her on her side. With a quick spreading of her legs he was at it again. Her pussy was so wet it was as if his cock was being sucked into her. Again, he proceeded to fuck her expertly, at times pulling all the way out only to tease its way back inside. By now she was completely on fire. She could not believe the plowing she was being given by this man who clearly intended for her to stay in bed the entire next day with a throbbing pussy and a full heart. Finally it was time for him to finish. he took his cock from her and squeezed it for a moment before she turned and filled her mouth with it. Her talent did not fall by the wayside here. As she playfully licked, sucked, and jerked his cock she knew that he could not hold on much longer. She couldn't wait to taste him. After all she wouldn't feel right if he went home without cumming after he had given her several violent orgasms throughout their romp. With one hand firmly grabbing his shaft she turned her attention to his balls. She placed them both in her mouth and massaged them with her tongue. Her hand job became faster and she could both see and feel his prick beginning to expand and become a purplish red at the tip. She looked up at him and smiled before jamming his dick back into her warm mouth. She closed her eyes as her mouth filled with his salted ejaculate. It was a taste she liked. His knees buckled slightly as his body went limp. His moan, loud enough to be heard from the hall, assured her that it was a job well done. She looked up at him again, but his head was tilted back toward the ceiling and his eyes were closed. After swallowing every last bit of him she stood and leaned forward. Her arms draped around his waist and her head pressed against his chest, she knew he would be leaving soon. She closed her eyes as her breath slowed to a more relaxed pace and savored how wonderful a time they had just given each other. It would be a long time before they'd have the chance to do this again and she already had pity for any other lovers she may take until they meet again. Surely no one could fuck her as hard or as good as she had just experienced. They pulled away from each other and she made her way to the bathroom, leaving him naked at the edge of the bed. She knew that he wouldn't be there when she came out. She knew that she wouldn't hear the door close behind him. It was always that way. This time would be no different.