Industry Conference Ch. 01

She continues to wiggle and writhe beneath me, either in protest or in pleasure. I cannot hold out much longer. I bite her shoulder as I feel my orgasm building. The bite is harder than I intended, but I'm rewarded with a groan from her perfect mouth. I let out a guttural, primal sound as I pump my spend into her ass. I wonder if she can feel it inside of her.

We lie there, unmoving. I don't want to pull out. Her body is perfection, and my cock doesn't want to leave. How long can I keep her? Will I ever have enough of her?

Eventually, and sadly, I remove my cock from her ass. She winces at the withdrawal. "Don't move," I warn her as I walk to the bathroom. I doubt she could move if she wanted to. I return with a wet washcloth and survey her body. Her ass is red from my punishment, and I see handprints taking shape. Some of my come is leaking out of her ass. Her own juices are visible on her bare lips and thighs. I want to burn this image into my memory. I turn her onto her back. Her eyes look everywhere but at me, tears silently falling. I wipe gently between her legs and ass cheeks. I should feel guilt or remorse when she winces. But I don't. All I feel is pride and satisfaction.

After I am done washing her, I clean myself up. I don't want to shower. Not only would she certainly run the moment she is alone, but I want her scent on me as I drift to sleep. I lift her to the pillows and tuck the blanket around her limp form. She eyes me curiously through drooping eyelids but remains silent. When I climb into bed, she shoots up to a sitting position, looking thoroughly confused.

"We're not even close to done, angel."