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her, hard and long. She’s an impatient little thing, but I love that about
her. My tongue explores her mouth in rhythm with the stabbing movements of my
cock banging her cunt.
    “Harder.
Fuck me harder.”
    “You’re a
hungry slut Clara.”
    I pinch her
nipple and keep on drilling her with my huge cock. I return my attention to her
gorgeous large breasts. I suck one pebbled nipple as I pinch the twin peak. I
bite one and scrape the other. Then I slap her tits and Clara feels a bolt of
electricity connecting her breasts to her hardened clit. She closes her eyes
and tries to shout but the sound comes out of her throat as a weak croak.
    “Look at me!”
    I stop
moving altogether.
    “Look into
my eyes or I’ll leave you to take care of yourself alone.”
    Clara does
as she’s told and looks into my almost black eyes shining above her face. She
wants to dive in their depth, forever.
    As I keep
shoving my cock in and out of her tight pussy, I reach down to find her soaking
slit. I press one cold finger against her clit, a sharp contrast to the
friction of my dick moving inside her. The feathery touch travels through her
body and ignites her insides once more.
    “I can’t
take this, Marcel. Please. Fuck me harder. I need to come.”
    “Oh, you
will. Soon.”
    The
delicious tension continues to build. Her folds tremble as I flick her clit and
trust deeply against her, hitting her cervix. I release her hands to reach for
her ass. I split the round cheeks and invade her little hole with a long
finger. I finger fuck her ass at the same time as my cock hammers her pussy.
    She grips
the sheets and throws her head back as she lifts her hips up to meet me, in
urgent movements. Clara’s practically sobbing now and her sweat is drenching
the sheets.
    I cover the
side of her face with my large hand, and run my thumb over her lower lip before
pushing it inside her mouth. She can taste herself in my hands.
    “Marcel,
that’s too much. I can’t hold it any longer.”
    “It’s Ok,
babe. I’m close now.”
    I invade her
mouth again in a deep, sensuous kiss as I explode inside her. The hot jets hit
her womb and that sends her over the edge, too.
    She closes
her eyes in ecstasy as her body shatters into a million pieces. For a moment, Clara
thinks her soul is floating around, out of her body, hovering over the bed. She
can see herself entangled in my possessive embrace. My cock’s still cradled
inside her hot body. Then, everything goes black and she passes out.
     
    *
* * *
     
     
    When Clara
at last comes to and slowly opens her eyes, an altogether different kind of
shiver invades her body and soul. Sam had come back and he looks flat-out pissed
off.
    “ What-the-fuck-have-you-been-up-to ?”
He booms out.
    There was no
way she could pretend nothing had happened. He was no fool and the room smelled
of steamy sex. The bed sheets were all crumpled up and drenched in her sweat
and fluids. She winces and pulls the silk sheet up to her chin trying, without
any success, to protect herself from his wrath. She has never seen him so angry
before.
    ”How can
you betray me like this? Don’t you trust me?”
    He keeps
yelling at her, but I can tell he sounds a little hurt, too.
    “Isn’t your
Master enough for you, anymore? Do you think I don’t know what you need? Is
that it? Have I ever failed in giving you exactly what you needed even when you
didn’t know it yourself?”
    Clara is so
mortified that she can’t find her voice to answer Sam.
    She is
visibly shivering and only manages to shake her head as if to say ‘no’ without
confidence. She opens her mouth to reassure him but nothing gets out of her dry
throat.
    “What is it
that you have to say, slut? I want to hear it from you.”
    “I-I-I’m
terribly s-s-sorry, S-s-sir.”
    She’s
finally able to stammer out the words in such a thin voice that it sounds
foreign even to her own ears. She has never stuttered before in her life. She’s
just not the stuttering type.
    “I