Short Story Of Richard Hacker's Jealousy

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he fell on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and their climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a new intimate sensuality intimate that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. Having kicked his boxers completely off, his satiated cock pressed to the warm flesh of her thigh their abodomens melded together as he prised her legs apart with his knee. It was an intimacy that he wouldn't have been capable of describing, and caused a pleasurable euphoric sensation of pure contentment and adoration

“He leans down and kisses me, his fingers still moving rhythmically inside me, his thumb circling and pressing. His other hand scoops my hair off my head and holds my head in place. His tongue mirrors the actions of his fingers, claiming me. My legs begin to stiffen as I push against his hand. He gentles his hand, so I’m brought back from the brink ... I come instantly again and again, falling apart beneath him … then I’m building again … I climax anew, calling out his name.” (pg. 195, 196)

She groaned lewdly as she felt his fingertips brush up against the puckered ring of her ass, teasing the tender hole with a small, circling rhythm. The hand pulled away for a moment, and when it returned the digit was covered in something warm and wet. Saliva, she figured. Her body tensed up as she felt the finger pushing up against the opening, wiggling back and forth as it sought to penetrate the virgin hole. Zaelith had always enjoyed the feeling of a thick cock pounding her from behind, stretching her ass and filling her bowels with a hot load of cum, but this woman had obviously never tried it. Her body was instinctively clenching up, trying to push out the invading finger and turning it into an almost painful experience. Well, if Zaelith had anything to say about it this body would be a perfect fucktoy by the end of the night, ready and willing to accomodate a man in any

“I don’t know Richard!” his mother yelled, finally fighting back. “I don’t know, but I cannot live with that wretched girl for a day longer!”

Treloar's outward air of confidence was mostly a facade; an attempt to keep both of their spirits buoyed. Two days cooped up in the hotel room, the walls seeming to relentlessly creep closer and closer in, and the knowledge they were sitting ducks being hunted by Huntington's goons, had lowered his morale. Enough, at times to even begin to wonder if Lexi would have been better off if he'd never re-entered her life.

Coated in her spit and saliva, his cock throbbed and pulsed with an arousal greater than the man could ever recall, and he groaned when, access to her pussy gained, he hooked his hands under Lila's armpits, wrenched her shoulders further behind her back, and slammed his entire length inside her. The force of that initial thrust almost split her in half, but was still only a precursor of what was to

"You want me to stop, huh, bitch? he groaned, releasing his grip momentarily to issue another slap to her face. This one was harder, leaving the imprint of his hand on her face, the outlines of his digits fading from red to white when, frustrated, Tom Ross ceased fumbling with his belt and zipper, and instead, just ripped his pants open. His erection popped free, thick, and throbbing, with the bulbous purple head already glistening with precum, as his arm moved, the whip hissed in the air, and the leather straps struck the soft flesh of Lila Ross's inner thighs a harsh crack that even made the man wince, and for his eyes to

“NO!” He shouted as he whipped around to face her. In his anger he hadn't realized how close she had gotten and accidentally elbowed her in the eye as he spun around. Although not intentional, he hit her hard enough to knock her backwards onto the bed. Louie looked at her in dismay for a second, before softly calling out “Babe..?”

All of it was consumed by his physical exertions, and with his body covering the smaller woman's, the man raped her without mercy. Eech thrust came faster, and was harder than the last as as he bent his knees, then uncurled his legs to drive his meat into her deeper. Her walls spread around him, and as he fucked her, one hand slipped from her arms to hook into the tresses as the nape of her neck. However, instead of tearing at it, as he had previously, he used his grip to shove her face-down on the sofa, so that her face was out of view, and her own sounds muffled. Tom Ross didn't want to even look at her, or hear at her, as Lila Ross was no longer a human being, simply just simply a toy with a cunt to be used for his pleasure, and soon the room was filled with the sounds of his harsh breathing, pants and groans, the slap of his balls against her thighs, and his cock brutallly slamming in and out of her

Hopefully the Heiress would arrive at what he believed could be the only correct verdict, of her own volition. When it eventually came, Richard did all he could to not betray his relief, and momentarily silence lingered after she'd finished, and he gathered his thoughts. "We really don't have a choice. I wish I could say something to make it easier, however, I can't, but we will get through it. The strength and determination you possess are the reasons I could never forget you. Anyone else would have bowed to the whims of your Father by now, but not the Alexandria Huntington I fell in love with. She's a

The expression on her features, and her demeanour which evidenced the hatred and humiliation of the act he'd forced her to perform, was much pleasing to the man than any physical pleasure which could be gained. Plus, he didn't intend for her to get him off with her mouth; Karl had other plans for his cock. "Then again, maybe you haven't. Not very skilled are you, Lexi? He smacked the back of her head lightly with his palm; and pushed his hips forward and back, sliding himself in slowly deeper as she sucked. "Just consider it as practice for Treloar. He can thank for me

Flesh smacked against flesh, with one man buried balls deep in her pussy, and the other balls-deep in her mouth and, instinctively, the attackers synchronised with each other. As the masked assailant drove into her with enough force to almost split her in half, Dubious met the upwards motion of her body, hitting Lila's tonsils with the tip of his shaft, and choking her on his cock.

Aspiring historian Jayne Lyons has pinned her career hopes on proving that her ancestor, King Richard III, is innocent of the murder of the Princes in the Tower. While volunteering at the search for his missing grave, she is cast back into the brutal 15th century, in the middle of Richard’s army camp.

her senses, but he refused to let her go. He pulled her closer to him

Finished with the Heiress's body, the Head of Security recovered his breath and peered down at Lexi. The Socialite may not have climaxed a third time, but he'd gathered from the manner in which her body had writhed and bucked that she'd be unable to deny to herself any sensation of pleasure, and her response had so aroused Karl that he'd swiftly withdrawn from her ass, and moved to his feet to coat her in his seed.