Thread: Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

There it was again. The pocket knife. Even before he used it, she could remember how it felt when he cut her bra from her body that day. The fear, the primal need to protect herself, and the helpless realization that she couldnt do anything to stop him. She remembered how she hard she had fought, and how she tried to hold on to her virginity that day. The memories of the agony she felt as he literally ripped that from her made her tighten and tense. It had been extreme and left a lasting impression on her. There had been many night where she would lie awake in bed, thinking, remember that moment, and there were nights her feelings were orgasmic. There were nights she would rub her clit, even as he slept next to her, until she came hard. Then there were nights she was appalled, angry, ready to fight him. With her freedom in tact at those moments, she thought about punching him, tying him up, and violating his body somehow. She was never sure how she would feel when she allowed those memories to play in her mind. No matter what the outcome, she had always managed to keep her feelings a secret from her lover. She was startled by his hand grabbing her throat. Callie knew James would react somehow, but reactions can vary. There was never any sure way to predict what he would do. That was something she loved so about him. Gasping for air right away, she was forced to look into his eyes. It was as if his own lust was radiating outward, threatening to consume her, and she wanted it to. He made short work of her undergarments. Good. They were just in the way, she thought. As he moved, her eyes were glued to him. His cock came into view as he removed his clothing, and Callie could feel her pussy wetter than before. Her clit tightened. She wanted him more and more with each passing second. Knowing her desires were about to be answered in a matter of seconds did nothing to appease her body. She craved him, needed him. He was just out of reach of her now, too far in fact. He wasnt inside her. Her helpless feelings began to creep back in. She wanted to reach out and touch him, to pull him close to her, to feel his body, but James had made sure that would not happen. He wasnt tender as he pulled her down. The table, firm and unforgiving, supporting her as his hands took further command of her body. She could feel the belt tight against her wrists. There was no slack there, no way she could possibly pull free. She felt his cock, and a wave of relief washed over her. Finally a connection she had wanted. It was sizzling to her. Her sex hot, wet, and ready for him, and to her, it felt like a tease. She wanted more. She always wanted more. James obliged. He pressed in, and her pussy spread open, taking him, every inch, as he worked his way inside. They still fit together perfectly. That had never changed. She groaned, releasing a deep breath. James, she whispered. Be gentle. Her words were jagged as he took her with abandon. This was a side o James she loved dearly. She looked away, again another intentional act. Callie knew she was going to cum hard from this sultry game they were playing. She wanted to. She wanted to coat his cock with her nectar and feel him filling her. 'Come on James! Keep fucking me! Give it to me hard!' Her mind would convey her unspoken desires.