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started rocking her hips back
and forth, moaning again when she felt his hard bulge rub against her. The friction
felt so good she had to break the kiss to let a heavy breath in. Kurt forced
the neckline of her dress down to expose her breasts. He wasted no time in
dipping his head down to run the tip of his tongue along her collarbone before
continuing to close his mouth around one of her hardened nipples.

 
    Marisa cried out
softly at the sensation of his warm, wet mouth on the sensitive nub and sharply
inhaled as soon as she felt him suck on it. He reached around to her back and
unzipped her dress. She wiggled her body so the dress would slip off and fall
to the ground. Immediately, he pushed her back up against the wall and messaged
her breasts. A breath knotted in her throat as her back smacked against the
wall. He was aggressive and forceful and it made her blood boil. He licked and
sucked both of her nipples in turn until each one budded into hard pebbles.

 
    “You ever done
anything like this?” He asked with a devilish smirk.

 
    “What?” Marisa breathed
out. “Do you mean go home with a stranger?”

 
    Kurt chuckled and
shook his head. He took both of her wrists with each of his hands and pinned
them to the wall above her head, her breasts heaved with each hot breath. He
held her pinned there with just one of his hands while his other landed on her
waist.

 
    “Like this,” he
whispered gruffly against her ear before playfully biting her neck.

 
    She figured out
what he meant and her stomach flipped. That explained why he was so in control
and rough the entire time. She felt hot. She wanted it. She shook her head, “I
want to do it though.”

 
    “You sure?”
     
    She nodded. “You
need a safety word in case you want to stop something.”

 
    “Sah-ool,” she
pronounced Saul’s name in two syllables.

 
    Kurt looked at her
in confusion but nodded. “Alright.” Then he smirked and said, “I’ll go easy on
you since it’s your first time.” The hand on her waist moved down to her hip
before he forced it inward over her lower stomach and slipped it under the
waistband of her panties. She let out a whimper when she felt the tip of his
finger run up and down along her wet slit. He kissed along her chest and neck roughly.
He pushed his body harder against hers as the finger running up and down her
slit applied more pressure and the tip of it just barely pushed in past her
pussy lips. Marisa cried out when she felt him pinch one of her lips before
slipping a finger inside her. She had never felt anything like it.

 
    Kurt pulled back
and slipped his hand from out of her panties to undo his jeans, rapidly pulling
them open. He pulled his big, hard cock out of his boxers rubbed it up against
the sopping wet crotch of her panties. Her knees went weak. The tip of his cock
playfully rubbed up and down her lips as she let her weight fall against him.

 
      He kissed her deep, each of them moaned into
each other’s mouths as he continued the thrusting motion. He stopped
momentarily and then jerked his hips forward with such force they both gasped
out. He did it again a couple more times before finally letting go of her
wrists and stepping back. Marisa immediately reached out and pushed his leather
jacket off his shoulders and then grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it
off to reveal his ripped stomach.

 
    Her hands raced
over his torso admiring how it looked and felt. He licked his lips and reached
out to take her hand, gripping it so tightly it was painful and leading her
over to his bedroom. Right away, he tossed her onto the bed. He hooked his
fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, throwing them
on the floor behind him.

 
    He grabbed both
her wrists and yanked her up to kiss her as he thrust forward. His dick pushed
into her stomach.

 
    “Get on all
fours,” he ordered before letting go of her wrists and stepping back. Her skin
burned as