Dubious Consent

Joao did not stop in his penetration of her body. Instead he directed his attention to his cock and moaned.

"You want this."

He took her bound hands into one hand and her hips in the other. Camille felt her torso stretch backwards against his hold. He held her there, obviously enjoying the feel of her tightening up on his cock.

"You want this," he whispered again before forcing his entire cock into her.

Camille felt all the air empty from her lungs. She grunted at the feel of him and her eyes watered from the burn. She barely caught her breath before he started moving again. His pace was slow and depth shallow.

They continued at this pace, with Joao gradually adding more weight into his thrusts. He felt her cunt accepting more of him after a few moments and decided to put a bit of power behind his cock. He looked down at his cock while pulling her body away from his. He had to stop when he saw evidence of her cream coating it. He closed his eyes before continuing until his cock rested outside her cunt.

"You want this," He growled, putting the full force of his desire behind his cock. He pulled her backwards to meet him, while thrusting in as far as he could go. Camille groaned at the feel of him. He didn't stop, he kept his rhythm and balance, forcing her to accept every ridged inch of him all the way to her cervix.

Soon the sounds of their fevered fucking filled the small room. Their bodies slapping against each other and the sucking sound of her juices forced out by his cock permeated the air.

Camille gasping every now and then at a particularly hard thrust. While Joao mumbling nonsensically in Portuguese.

She felt the first wave of her orgasm when he let go her wrists, pushing her closer to the counter and bearing down into her. It got even more intense when he lifted his foot next to her shoulder and began fingering her clit.

"Joao, Joao, Joao..." Camille repeated on every downward thrust. Stars were starting to appear behind her closed eyelids.

"That's it, linda. Cum on my cock," he quickly untied her hands, so that she could balance herself. Then changed his angle, so that he repeatedly brushed up against her g spot. "Scream for me. I want to hear you scream my name."

'Ugh, why is his voice so sexy?' --Was Camille's thought before cumming harder than ever. She lost consciousness again, slumping forward onto her console.

She didn't feel him pick her up.

She was groggy when he started dressing her, foregoing her underwear and socks.

She was a little bit coherent when their relief showed up and he walked her to his car, making sure that her seat belt was buckled.

She started regaining full consciousness when he undressed her again, pulling her down into his bed.