“ Just make sure I know you’re not teasing me,” he said, keeping his movements steady. I withdrew a bit and took him out of my mouth, continuing to stroke his cock with my hand.

“Same goes for you,” I replied, meaning it, before continuing to suck him. Raymond laughed, but as soon as I picked up the tempo, he gasped. I blew him harder and faster than his hands on my head were suggesting. He was panting, his hands balling into fists in my hair. I felt him growing even larger in my mouth. I took it as an invitation to show him who was in control now. He was sweet, his skin so smooth, and his body exuded the scent of sex. I delighted in him, wanting to sate myself with what I had yearned for from the beginning. Another part of me wanted to prove something to him—to show Raymond that holding him in my mouth, I held him in my power. I picked up the pace. He wouldn’t last long. I knew it, and he did, too. He tried slowing me down, but I didn’t let him.

“Not so fast,” he hissed, but I ignored him.

A moment later, when I didn’t slow down even for an instant, he pulled out, pushing me away. I licked my lips lasciviously as he stood and stared at me, breathing heavily. He pushed me over on the bed and turned me onto my belly, clinging to me with his whole body.

“Are you trying to prove something to me?” he asked, licking two fingers. “Relax, baby girl,” he purred, sliding them both inside me. I let out a loud moan.

Two fingers were all it took to fill me.

“I think you’re ready.” Those words made a shiver run down my spine. The anticipation, the uncertainty, the fear, and the longing all swirled inside my head. Raymond gradually entered me, and I could feel each and every inch of his thick penis. His arms wrapped themselves around me, almost painfully. As he slid inside me fully, he froze, only to pull out and rush in, harder. I moaned as my arousal and pleasure mixed with pain. His hips hastened, and his breath with them. The wonderful friction I felt was rippling in waves across my entire body. Suddenly, he slowed down, and I exhaled with relief. Raymond’s hand slid underneath me, raising my hips, and his knee spread my legs wider.

“Show me that beautiful ass of yours,” he breathed into my ear, caressing my asshole.

I startled. Was he going to try something I wasn’t ready for?

“Raymond…” I whispered, looking back at him.

He grabbed my hair and pushed my head into the pillow.

“Don’t worry, baby girl,” he breathed, leaning over me. “We’re going to get there, but not tonight.”Slowly and rhythmically he pushed himself against me, bending my spine so that my butt thrust upward.

“Oh yes,” he panted with excitement, holding my hips tighter. I loved being fucked from behind, and the control he exerted over my body in this position made me equally afraid and aroused. He bent down a bit, sliding one hand over my clit. I spread my legs even wider so he could play with me.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, pushing his fingers between my lips. When they were wet enough, he moved the hand back down to rub my pussy. He was an expert and knew perfectly well where to aim his hand to take me to the brink of ecstasy. I grabbed the pillow harder, unable to bear the frantic pace of his hips. I moaned and writhed beneath him, calling out in Polish.

“Not yet, Margaret,” he said, and turned me over. “I want to see you orgasm.”Raymond slid both hands under me and hugged me tightly as his penis slid inside and out, harder and faster until I felt myself contracting inside. I swung my head back and allowed the orgasm to take me over.

“Harder,” I moaned. " Go harder, Raymond! I want to feel all of you. Give me all of you!" I shrieked. He pushed at me twice as hard. I could feel him close on my heels, but I couldn’t stop the emotion anymore. I cried out, my body tightening as I came, and Raymond’s hips didn’t stop stroking, impaling me. Another attack, and another. I heard jingling in my ears. It was too much. With a wild howl, I came for the second time and my sweaty body collapsed to the mattress. Raymond slowed down, becoming almost sluggish in his activities. He clutched my wrists and lifted my arms, towering over me on his knees and observing my breasts—satisfied and triumphant.

“Come on my belly. I want to see it,” I breathed, depleted.

Raymond smiled and tightened his grip on my wrists.

“No,” he replied, and picked up the pace, pushing wildly again.

A while later, I felt him spilling inside me with a warm wave. I froze. He didn’t stop coming for a long time, pressing me down as I thrashed my hands out in ecstasy. When he was finished, he collapsed onto me, sweaty and burning. I practically tried to gather my thoughts. I was feeling my enemy, everywhere in my body, I yearned to wrestle myself from under him, but his weight didn’t let me move.

“I was quite thirsty. Could have put that to better use" He laughed and propped his head on his hands, staring at me weakening.

“You’re right— I could fill you up in a round two if you want. It could be now. You just have to say the word baby" Saying that he touched my throbbing clitoris and I shivered.

He smirked!

“Will you fuck me now?” I asked, looking at him with a plea.

“Unfortunately, yes. With pleasure" he stood up and pulled me until I was dangling from the edge of the bed.

My stomach rumbled.

"Fuck" I growled. My stomach chose to register at this time of all other times that there was nothing inside of it.

"Food first?" Raymond asked.

"Hmmm-hmmm" I replied with a slight head shake.

"You look hungry and drained," he retorted.

"Not for food" I protested and he chuckled. I launched at his waist but he withdrew laughing harder.

"Claws off tiger…As much as I'd appreciate devouring every bit of you and savoring your juices therein, I don't like it when the women I'm interested in don't eat. Food first. Every other thing should come second" he regarded me for another second and pressed his mouth into a hard line "the things I want to do you you are just so crazy and bizarre but I won't touch you any further unless you eat. I don't want you passing out on me"