He grabbed
a fistful of hair and pulled her head back exposing her throat to his lips and
teeth while her mouth lay open in bliss and raw sexual ecstasy as he thrust his
cock even harder and deeper. Nina could
not contain her orgasm and yelled her plead to him.
“Please, Sir! Please! Please let me come!”
“Do you want to cum now with me? Answer me now”
“Yes, Sir! Please
let me cum with you!”
“Cum for me, my love.
Cum with me, my love”
Their orgasmic dance played out with him thrusting harder
and deeper as she rode harder and faster on his cock slamming into her cervix each
time causing pain but leading to pure pleasure.
He growled deep in a primal, animalistic growl, and Nina moaned with the
abandon of a bitch in heat. God, he knows right where to go. “Oh,
God! Ahhh! Please, now!”
As she reached her climax, she felt him move deeper and
harder. She heard him growl louder and
felt the tighter grip in her hair and the tighter squeeze of her ass. Soon, they both reached the pinnacle of no
return as they both came in one conjoined orgasm. She could feel his hot cum shoot deep inside
her, and she felt herself accept his throbbing cock deep inside with the
undulating muscles pulling him deeper.
They moved together as one as if they had always danced this dance. Finally, the wave diminished and both
collapsed against the wall in blissful exhaustion – he holding her carefully as
she slid down the brick wall making sure that she was not hurt. He held his hands on the back of her head
gently and lovingly. “You did well, my
love.” She leaned into him and rested
her head on his chest feeling the rise and fall of his breaths and the beating
of his heart.
The dark stranger bent slightly down and kissed her
forehead.
“Now,
get dressed. Go home. Until next time.”
He rose
off the ground with grace and elegance.
He dressed casually as she watched with sadness in letting him go and
not knowing when they would see each other again. He looked down at her and touched the top of
her head. She went into a kneeling
position and once again looked at him showing her submission to him. He bent down, kissed her forehead once more,
smiled, and turned to leave. “Tomorrow
night, you’ll be here at 1:00 am sharp, Nina.
And not a minute after.” How does he know my name? Have we met before?
“Now, hurry and get dressed before someone sees you. I don’t share with others very well.” He turned and walked away whistling a Lacrimosa
from Mozart's Requiem. Nina
recognized the piece because she had studied and played Mozart when she was in
college. It was her favorite of Mozart’s
even though it was dark and foreboding. How did he know that?
Nina quickly dressed shivering not only from the cool
early morning air, but from the ethereal and inexplicable events. That the dark stranger knew her name and her
favorite piece of music was beyond synchronicity and coincidence. There was something so familiar about the
man. Nina did not particularly care
about the strange events – he had taken her to new heights of passion of which
she had never felt.
She turned to take one last glance and saw him
watching her in the light of the street lamp just as before. As they locked
eyes, he raised his brow with a look of irritation. He gave a quick, annoyed nod for her to go,
and she knew that from tonight forward, she was under his spell and under his
protection, whatever that might bring. Already she began to
plan for tomorrow.
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