killer. And he was holding himself back until he gave her pleasure. Was this some kind of game, or was he for real?
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about him. Just one more reason for her to reevaluate her situation.
She loved the way he tasted, the way his tongue danced with hers. He didn't try to control the kiss, but she found herself surrendering to him, nonetheless. His tongue licked at the inside of her mouth, and she opened willingly for him.
Just the feel of his mouth and tongue and lips sent her heart racing. If there were no other way to touch him, this one sensation would have turned her on like nothing else. The man definitely knew how to kiss.
Muscles bunched and flexed beneath her touch, and she rubbed her body against his much like a cat might. She remembered what it had been like to have him over her and completely in control and regretted using the cuffs.
Fuck it. It had been his idea, anyway. She'd do what damage she could in their limited position, then see what her gut told her to do next.
On some level, Tiressa knew he was right. She was his.
When it had happened or how exactly, she wasn't sure. She only knew that she had to have more of him than a few rounds of mind-blowing sex would allow. He'd said he hadn't committed those horrible crimes, and her instincts said he was telling the truth. She'd give him the benefit of the doubt for now. It might cause her significant heartache later, but she was nothing if not a risk taker.
Backing away from him with quick, jerky movements, Tiressa shrugged out of her flight suit. She didn't bother removing her panties, instead simply pulled the crotch to the 51
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side and slid up his body to impale herself on his shaft. Both of them groaned.
Yuri strained against his bonds, muscles bunching as he tried to touch her. The cuffs held fast, though, and Tiressa smiled as she began a slow, rocking glide up and down his cock. He thrust his pelvis at her, driving himself deeper into her depths. She knew he wanted free, but he said nothing. He merely moved as much as he could, actually controlling the tempo of their mating from his confines.
She gripped his hips with her thighs, her knees bent. The tops of her feet were braced on his lower thighs just above his knees for leverage. Up and down she slid over him as fast as the awkward position would allow. She wrapped her arms around his neck and simply held on as she rode him. His snarls and growls were all the encouragement she needed. He was definitely enjoying this as much as she was.
Catching sight of herself and her captive in the window was Tiressa's undoing. Her climax hit her almost immediately and with the force of a nuclear detonation. She threw back her head and gripped Yuri's shoulders as she screamed his name. Pleasure consumed her as she clung to Yuri. She thrashed on his dick, reveling in the sensations and so very grateful she'd given in to her desires. It was the most intense experience of her life. Including her trip through the nebula storm.
Yuri's cock throbbed inside her, but he hadn't come. She knew she should wonder about that. He'd said he'd only come inside her, and she realized she hadn't even used the standard genital shield. She had a moment to realize that 52
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maybe he hadn't enjoyed himself as much as she had, and the unexpected pain drove away the last, fading remnants of pleasure from her body. Anger quickly replaced hurt as she let herself slide to the deck. His cock slid from her body to slap wetly against her belly.
Tiressa was lightheaded and instinctively braced against Yuri's hard chest to steady herself. When she realized what she was doing, she pushed away only to sink to the floor on weak knees. She knew she was revealing far too much about how their encounter had affected her, but she was too drained to really
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