My Lady Captive by Shirl Anders

Wyndham circled his hips
again, rubbing the lengthy outline of his pene over her buttocks,
while he held her sex in front as leverage. His middle finger split
the swollen drenched lips, while he twisted the thrusting spoke of
her nipple between the thumb and finger of his other hand.
    “Look at yourself, Orèlan,” he whispered into
her ear. “See how your body begs me, naughty Senorita. Look how wet
you are for me.”
    “Wyndham,” she gasped as his slick intimate
finger burrowed deeper between the lips of her sex and her gaze
involuntarily jerked downward to look. At the same moment, he
twisted the spoke of her nipple and her hips undulated back against
him as she moaned with excitement. It was as though they danced
together as she writhed her nakedness against his timbered strength
and he intimately toyed with her body. They undulated together as
she willingly rode the crease of her buttocks up over his hard pene
and he rubbed the bud of her clitoris roughly . . . excitingly. He
spoke carnal erotic words in her ear making her whimper with desire
and glide sensuously against him. “You like my hard cock,
naughty vixen, rubbing between the cheeks of your sweet ass.” She
moaned, as his fingers daubed over her clitoris and his hot words
burned her ear. “I am going to thrust my big cock inside you hard
and fast, Spitfire. Deep, Orèlan, so deep inside your dripping
wetness. Will you ride my cock? Will you straddle my stiff thick
cock?”
    “ Si, Wyndham, si,” she whimpered,
tossing her head against his chest as his fingers plucked and
twisted her nipples, while she shamelessly rode his finger,
thoroughly exploiting her swollen needy sex.
    “Spread your thighs and show me, Senorita.
Show me how naughty you can be,” Wyndham hissed huskily, as he
licked and bit her ear. He was everywhere around her with his
masculinity and lust as they undulated in a sensuous dance before
the mirror.
    “Dios!” she cried, as she began to rub her
breasts passionately, using Wyndham’s hands covering them, while
she brazenly splayed her thighs, posing her drenched rubicund sex
to each of their gazes in the mirror. She reached behind her,
catching Wyndham’s hips, pressing her wriggling buttocks against
the thickening outline of his pene.
    “Your ass is so hot,” he hissed, then he
nipped her ear.
    “ Oh, dios,” she cried as he nipped her
jawline, then down the side of her neck, while at the same time he
lifted her breasts into his hands kneading the firm flesh
repeatedly in his large hands. Her buttocks circled his pene over
and over as she used her hands on his hips as a guide. “Si, dios , si,” she cried, while Wyndham heatedly massaged her
breasts, then returning to pluck the nipples with nipping
fingertips. “Oh hh!”
    “Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, and
before she could comprehend or comply, his hands were turning her
to face him, as he lifted her upward. Her bare buttocks slipped
along the cold dressing counter with her back to the mirror. The
mirror’s surface was wet with steam that slid along her spine as
Wyndham’s thighs nudged her knees apart. She held onto his
shoulders as he settled between her thighs with one hand popping
the buttons on his trousers. His other hand grasped her nape as he
drew her up to his lips for a rough and thorough kiss. Eagerly, she
slipped her tongue between his fevered lips, and then he returned
with his tongue thrusting and full inside her mouth.
    Suddenly and unexpectedly, the feel of
Wyndham’s tongue was too thick and wide. It was too invasive! Her
fingernails curled into his shoulders as her thighs tightened with
the need to repel him. A strangled sound, like a passionate cant
curled from her throat, but it was really denial, as Wyndham held
her nape and searched deeper with his tongue feeling as though it
was raping her mouth.
    Now frantic, she tried to twist her neck away
from Wyndham’s hand holding her to his tongue’s invasion. The thick
dripping head of his