Belle (Doxy Parcel) Read Online Free Page A

when he began to fist his thick shaft, his gray eyes sparkling with mischief, deep dimples playing at his cheeks.
    Anthony stepped closer before squatting down and unbinding her right ankle. When he stood, he lifted the leg with hi m, hooking it over his hip. As he pressed the head of his cock against her Belle was suddenly aware of why this gorgeous man needed to call an escort service to get laid. His cock was without a doubt, the largest she’d ever seen. When he rested it on her clit, it covered her entire pussy from her view. She wriggled her hips and he began to rim her lips, spreading the silky wetness of her arousal along his head.
    Belle moaned before thrusting her hips toward him and pulling on the wrist restraints again, Anthony looked down into her face, a small flush had crept into his cheeks, and his lips were warm and inviting.
    “Do it.” She whispered, pressing her aching pussy against him, his size no longer a concern in her state of arousal.
    “Do what?” He asked, leaning down to nuzzle her shoulder and sliding his cock back, his shaft slithering along her pussy and across her asshole.
    He held her ass firmly in his large hand and she moaned again and pulled on the restraints, twisting her hips as much as she could, desperately seeking more friction.
    “I want you inside of me.” She said, but it sounded more like a demand than a plea.
    Anthony pressed his head against her opening, and Belle cried out against his chest as he pressed inside of her, stretching her beyond belief. She hooked her free leg around his hip, gripping him with all of her strength and urging him to go as deep as he could. It took every ounce of willpower she had to not bounce up and down on him like a giant fucking pogo stick.
    His deep growl vibrated her spine as he closed more of the distance between them, and Belle felt a slight urge to vomit, he was so deep inside of her. When he started to move, the tiny hairs on Belle’s body rose to attention, and she sunk her teeth into his skin, biting down as he rode her carefully, hooking his giant arm around her hips and lifting her from the ground.
    “Are you okay?” He asked, and she nodded frantically into his chest, her moans whooshing out of her uncontrollably with each powerful thrust of his hips, as if he were depressing her diaphragm.
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck !” She cried and contracted around his cock, her nails biting into the leather restraints.
    Belle moaned in protest as he removed himself from her and bent down on one knee to release her other ankle. wrapping his hands around her ribs as he closed his mouth over her right breast and pulled her toward him. He bit her nipple before grasping her other tit, pulling her closer to his face and sucking on it too. When he stood, he walked behind her.
    Belle was still straining forward, but it was much easier with her feet free to brace herself with, she felt the head of his thick dick before he even pressed against her. Belle spread her legs more as Anthony’s hands circled her hips , dragging his cock along her wet folds. He pressed inside of her and she let her head fall forward, her arms held up behind her by the restraints, moaning as he slid slowly in and out of her.
    “Oh my fucking, shit.” She hissed as his head scraped that delicate spot inside of her.
    “Are you okay?” He asked softly behind her, his hands movin g over her hips, and up her ribs to cover her breasts.
    “Yes!” She cried, and suddenly came again , gasping as her juices trickled out around him.
    “God damn it , you are so beautiful Belle.” He panted and leaned forward to kiss her shoulders as he caressed her tits and thrust into her.
    Belle’s nose began to tingle as he removed his hands from her breasts and she felt her left wrist fall loose. She grasped the bar beside her for support and Anthony slipped out of her, the motion tugging her backward slightly before her other arm was freed.
    Anthony began to rub the wax away from her body