Emily's Burning Desire
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 62
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 62 - In the sultry shadows of desire, innocent Emily lusts after her roommate's hunky boyfriend, igniting a wildfire of forbidden passion. One drunken night unleashes a torrent of ecstasy as she's ravished by his massive cock, but it's only the beginning.
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He stared blankly, as if untouched by the slap.
High on the moment, her laughter threshold plummeted; his dazed look struck her as hilarious. Legs spread over his thighs, she kept him buried deep, twisting her hips at her own pace, grinding up and down for pure pleasure.
With him still, she controlled everything, experimenting with angles and pressure to hit her peaks. The novel freedom thrilled her in this dreamlike state. She savored the unmoving girth, so solid ... and Travis’s veined surface added unpredictable friction, rubbing her sensitive spots in ways that sent extra jolts through her.
“Mm ... ah ... feels so good ... your cock’s so hard, so thick ... filling me perfectly...”
Hands on his shoulders, she bounced lightly, wondering if this was what topping felt like ... all in her hands, amazing yet somehow not quite enough...
Her full breasts jiggled with each motion, stiff nipples grazing his bare chest until the itch drove her wild. She cupped them, guiding his head down. “Lick them ... my nipples are killing me, suck them quick...”
He didn’t comply, keeping his mouth shut, so she backhanded him again with another sharp slap. “Hurry up! Do it!”
Anger flashed in his eyes, his bound hands straining behind him, but he lacked the strength to break free. She discovered a twisted joy in the act, landing a few more smacks. “Bad boy.”
Slapping could get addictive.
She followed up with soothing strokes over his stubbly head. “Be a good pup, lick for mommy ... I love you most...”
Unconsciously, she’d slipped into a trainer role.
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