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she would be
devoured this time, and she was excited as well as terrified. Her palms were
sweaty, but she held her hand out to the chair and looked downward, feigning
appreciation for the fabric. In reality, all she could think of was the
imposing body that sat next to her in that car a few hours before and what he
thought of her exposed body.
    She heard the door close
and knew that they were now alone. He spent no more than a few minutes painting
when she heard him utter French words in frustration. Her heart beat so fast
that she thought she might faint when he suddenly bridged the distance between
them and wrapped his arms around her, pressing her frame against his large,
warm body and lowering his mouth to hers.
    He kissed her
passionately, as if she were as important as any work of art that he had ever
obsessed over.  He lifted her body with his strong arms and pressed his large
hands, the hands that had manipulated so many tools, stones and paints, against
her bottom and pressed her roughly against him. “I have been waiting to take
you for so long.” He breathed out in a raspy voice, pushing her corset down
under her breasts and exposing them.
    She gasped, horrified
and enthralled. This was all out of her control, but she could not help but
want to be filled by him. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed back,
having lost control. She heard the sound of fabric rustling and was pressed
against the wall, the weight of his body against her. He moved her panties
slightly with a thick finger and lifted her legs into the air easily, not even
allowing her to feel her feet.
    “You do not get to say
how we make love today. The only word you can say that I will respect is ‘stop’
and I promise you, you will never want me to stop.”
    In a rushing, mad moment
where dreams become real and reality seems impossible, her sense of balance
completely off because of her airborne legs and the wall at her back, he
pressed himself inside of her. He hushed her cry with his hand, looking at her
straight in the eyes. Their eyes connected, he started to thrust slowly,
allowing her to adjust around him.
    “Am I the biggest you’ve
ever taken?” He asked boldly, more of a command to speak than a question.
    She nodded beneath his
hand.
    He smiled in
satisfaction. He continued to thrust, a look of utter enjoyment and power on
his face.
    She was overwhelmed by
the moment and found herself adjusting, moaning and wanting to kiss him, thrust
back, anything. She was helpless to do anything but take each powerful thrust.
She was quickly thrown over the edge, his sheer size continuously pressing a
special spot that brought her into ecstasy. She shivered and shook against him
several times, needing to thrust back.
    He lowered her off of
the wall and bent her over the chair, taking her long hair in his right hand.
Giving her cheeks a good squeeze and a thorough spanking, he slipped inside of
her again. Pulling her hair slightly to arch her back towards him, he would
pull slightly whenever he wanted her to arch back more and pull him in deeper.
    In between rough thrusts
and loud smacks of his left hand against her butt cheeks, he said, “You were
born to take this cock, Cherie .”
    Unable to suppress a
moan, she was more aroused now than before. She attempted to thrust back,
earning a tug of her hair.
    “You be good and just
take it and you can be my whore.” He smacked her ass one last time before
thrusting in deeper than she knew was possible. He was her body’s master, she
knew that now. He continued to grind his body as close to hers as possible,
filling and stretching her beyond her limits with his pulsating, bulging
manhood.
    He pulled her body
closer to him, his body tensing as if he were ready to climax. He pressed her
against him and she felt an explosion of warmth as he unloaded his seed inside
of her. She gasped and fought for breath, so consuming was the sensation
spreading from her around her stomach.
    He loosened his grip