She was wearing – or rather, forced to wear – an outfit that had less actual material to it than slips of strings and crisscrossing ribbons. Wasn’t that the term the writer of Fifty Shades had used for the light bondage and play? Amateur porn “Steady,” he said. Or would ever have admitted to consider, to be honest. “I do,” she whispered. He smelled so clean, and fresh, and he was hot and wet, and hard and male. “Safe word?” she asked, just to be sure. “Steady,” he said. She gasped into him, and her legs fell open to nestle him between her thighs. He don’t remember ever having had such an intense orgasm, and he’s never cummed so hard before. He obliged, pushing back inside her, deeper this time, and then he teased her with a few short, measured strokes that had her swearing at him. Jack was tall, but this guy would make even him look short. “I do,” she whispered. He wanted more, wanted her to lose control completely as he fucked her hard and fast and deep. “Because I’m standing here in less fabric covering my entire body than you’ll find in your average thong, trying to get somebody clearly uninterested to take me to bed. Jack was tall, but this guy would make even him look short.
