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Playing lost and found and hide the shaft in Paris.
He wanted to see everything she had to offer.
"36 DD," she answered.
He reached over and pulled her up to a sitting position at the side of the bed. Her eyes were level with his belt and she instinctively reached for the belt. But Wyatt grabbed her wrists and ordered her to look at him.
"Once you do this, there is no going back, baby. Do you understand? Do you understand that the second you touch my dick, you are mine for the night? My SLUT. My whore for the entire night. Tell me you understand that."
She trembled as it sank in. She was a slut. His slut. She wouldn't be able to say no to him. He was in charge. The thoughts raced through her brain and she became even more turned on; her body ached, her hips began to gyrate, her wet pussy was rubbing against the velvety duvet. She look up at him and licked her lips, nodding her head.
"You have to say it, Megan." His voice seemed even rougher.
"Wyatt," she whispered, "I am yours tonight. I know that I am your little whore tonight. That I can't say no to you. I will do anything you want, Wyatt." She smiled at him as he lessened his grip on her wrists, allowing her to pull them free and reach for his belt again.
Quickly, she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and slid his hands around the top of his pants as she loosened them, helping him get out of them until he was standing there in front of her in his boxers, shirt and tie.
She impulsively reached for his tie and pulled him down on top of her, letting his hard body cover hers. Their lips met and in seconds they were losing control. His tongue forced itself into her mouth and she met him tentatively with hers. He was powerful. Passionate. She felt him bite and tug at her lower lip and gasped.
She could feel his shaft along her leg as he took one of her breasts in his hand and sucked and teased her nipple. When he stopped and pulled back, she cried out and arched her back.
"No, please don't stop! Please."
He regained his control and grabbed her arms, pinning both of her wrists above her head with one hand. He was incredibly strong and she felt dominated for a moment and wriggled around in frustration. He smiled, enjoying watching.
Her big tits bounced as she moved, her hips arched and she moaned, "Please...please...Wyatt. Make me your slut. Please."
His cock was throbbing and when he heard her beg to be his slut, he almost lost control. He let go of her wrists and pulled his tie and shirt off over his head, yanking his boxers off, showing her his dick for the first time.
She gasped as she saw him stroke his shaft. He was huge. Her eyes got big and she started to get a little scared. She shook her head back and forth as if to say "no" but he was having none of that. He let go of his cock and pinned her wrists again, while the other hand covered her mouth.
"Don't you dare shake your head at me, slut. You don't get to say no to me, remember?" His voice was a low growl.
She nodded her understanding, but secretly was not sure he would even fit inside her! She was sure he was at least nine inches long and incredibly thick... there was just no way. Suddenly, he stood up, his hand once again stroking himself. She couldn't explain why, but watching him touch himself made her wet. Sopping wet.
"You didn't finish touching yourself, bitch." His voice was almost angry. Commanding. "Spread your legs and show me your pussy. I want to see you finger yourself."
The second he called her a bitch, she felt herself tingle. She did as she was told and spread her legs and let one hand play with her pussy, while the other pinched and pleasured her nipple. She was surprised at how incredibly hot and wet she was as she ran her fingers around her swollen pussy lips, flicking her clit, and finally sliding one finger in. Slowly. Pulled it back out slowly and she heard herself moan as she slid two fingers in, then out. Then three. The tight walls inside pushed back as she suddenly felt Wyatt try to slip a finger inside at the same time.
"Holy Shit!" He practically yelled it.