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Heated Activity"Fuck." Clay growled as he shoved her roughly against the wall of the luxury suite, not acknowledging the plush bed that lay just a few feet away from them. “Fucking HELL.” Sonya moaned as his massive bulge pressed firmly against her pelvis, separated only by layers of sweat-soaked clothing. “God damnit, Clayton… NOW!” He responded by yanking the denim skirt off her hips and ripping the thin panties away from her heaving body in a vicious burst, not caring when seams split and buttons popped. Gazing lustily at her exposed flesh, he rammed his tongue into her and bit ferociously at her clitoris, evoking loud shrieks of pleasure and pain. “Oh! My! God!” She panted, clutching his gyrating head in a death grip. Clay pulled away suddenly. He stood up and peeled off his tight jeans and basketball shorts, tugging hard to remove the material that was so tightly plastered to his swollen member. Catching her trembling lips in a luscious kiss, he caressed her soft curls affectionately. “That enough foreplay for you, darlin’?” He whispered, cupping her full bottom in his sweaty hands. She moaned, rocking against him anxiously. “Sonya… Look at me.” He didn’t have to ask twice for her to obey. “I love you, honey.” “I know. I love you too.” Studying her carefully, he admired the way her chest moved in rhythm to her erratic breathing, inviting him to take her wherever he wanted to go, however he wanted to get there. He positioned himself against her dripping wet opening, tasting her plump lips a final time. Then he pushed his way inside of her, head tilting back and green eyes closing slowly. She screamed for mercy, tears filling her eyes as he moved farther into her depths. “Clayton… SHIT! You’re so BIG!” His beautiful eyes slid open and stared into hers. “I am, aren’t I?” He replied, a trace of a snarky smirk evident on his face. Sonya glared at him, knowing that he fully enjoyed her discomfort in that twisted way of his. “You bitch.” She spat, squirming around his pulsating manhood. As his hands snaked tighter around her naked body, she detected a flicker of amusement in his gorgeous features and shivered slightly at his cocky expression. “I think you’ve got that wrong, darlin’,” he crooned softly. “You see, you’re MY bitch right now.” And with that, he jammed himself all the way inside her body, enjoying her loud yells echoing in his ears as he moved quickly in and out of her. “Mmm… Does that feel good, Sonya?” He purred. “Clayton… Oh God… I’m gonna…” He ignored her. “I SAID does that feel good?” Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “YES!” Gasping as he felt her tightening around him, he pounded into her wildly, yelping as he came. Breathing heavily, they both slumped to the ground in a pile of limbs and quivering flesh. “God, I’m gonna be sore tomorrow.” She muttered. Chuckling, he kissed her shoulder lightly. “Yeah, but it was worth it, right darlin’?” She smiled, burrowing her face into his cinnamon hair-sprinkled torso. “Definitely.”
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