A massage therapist has an unexpected client

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A sound escaped her, and it urged him on. He lifted her higher, slipping his cock inside her over and over, his eyes drifting down to the place where he entered her.

“You missed this, baby girl?” he ground out, his thrusts taking on an edge.

She felt the shift again, the shift she had wanted. Away from this unnerving talk and towards the abyss, the pure sensation, pleasure so strong it was almost pain.

In lieu of an answer, she angled down onto him on his next thrust, and he groaned again.

“Grind on me some more, baby girl. Show me that pink little cunt. Show me how much you missed this cock.”

His words were like gasoline, washing over the frantic nerves in her brain with a sweeping heat. She let it all drift away and came down onto his dick. She had missed it, her pussy so hungry for it, for him.

Her movements picked up, and she leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of his head as she tilted her hips to fuck him and grind against him at the same time, desperate for the friction. She needed to come now, needed it badly.

“Take it, Maggie. Take that cock,” he groaned, and that was exactly what she was doing. She was fucking taking what she needed from him, and the realization tipped her over the edge. She gyrated furiously, impaling herself over and over on top of him, oblivious to everything but the feeling of his cock pressed so deep inside her. His hands were everywhere. One gripped her thighs, squeezing her ass, sliding in between her cheeks to stroke the place only he had ever been. The other alternated between her breasts, stroking, pulling. She felt her orgasm come at her full force, felt a whisper of fear at the intensity of it, white hot and all consuming.

He must have sensed it too, because he lifted his head, taking a breast in his mouth and sucking deeply, one hand slipping between them to caress her clit. She cried out at the exquisiteness of the feeling, no longer in control of the movement of her body as she rode him. It was endless, and she felt wave after wave of sheer liquid pleasure roil over her like some kind of high.

“So fucking pretty when you come,” he groaned, as if to himself, and the curse made her buck again, the aftershocks of her orgasm sharp and tight. Her pussy milked him still, getting every last drop of her climax, holding him possessively inside her.

When she finally felt herself slide into the afterglow she sat up, leaning back and gripping his thighs for balance. His eyes went back to that place like she had known they would. He had always loved to fixate on his cock drilling into her. She lengthened her thrust against him, lifting off almost fully, hovering at the tip. It was about him now, it was about making him come meet her in that sacred place they had once known together.

He was close already, she could tell by his breath, frantic and wild, by his hands that no longer stroked her but instead tightened over her flesh, as if desperate to keep her from escaping. She let one hand drift behind her, bending back to take his balls in her gentle grasp. His back arched, his head thrashing from side to side as his own orgasm seized him.

“Come for me, baby,” she beckoned. Talking had never come naturally to her in bed, but JT’s words had reminded her how much he liked it.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he cried out, impaling her onto his cock with such force she could feel his hipbones dig into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She felt the warm surge within her with a savage satisfaction, like some kind of animal. Breathing hard, she bent over him again, his arms trying to pull her even closer.

Just then the chime of the timer sounded, interrupting the music. It was set to sound louder than the stereo, which she had already turned too high.

JT stiffened, coming off the table with her still in his arms, pressing her breasts into his chest as if to protect her from some imaginary danger.

“Is that an alarm? Is there a camera in here?”

Even through the daze of her pleasure-drenched senses she couldn’t help but laugh as she pried herself away from him and stumbled off the table, feeling wetness drip down her leg.

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