Captain James Anderson, fucking me again

My heart raced as I navigated the crowded FBI party, my eyes darting around the room, hoping to avoid Captain Anderson's piercing gaze. The memory of our forbidden encounter in the shower still lingered on my skin. I couldn't face him. Excusing myself from a conversation, I made my way to the restroom, seeking a moment of solitude to compose myself. As I turned the corner, I collided with a solid figure, and my breath caught in my throat as I looked up to see Captain Anderson towering over me. "Mrs. G," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Follow me." Without waiting for a response, he turned and strode away, and even I knew better, I trailed behind him, my heart pounding in my chest. He led me to the Turkish Bath, a secluded area of the venue, and began undressing right away, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he shed his clothing. "Get undressed," he ordered, his eyes locked on mine. With trembling hands, I obeyed, my body responding to his dominance. He then took me by hand and we stepped into the steamy bath. He set on the warm stone bench of the Turkish Bath. His eyes, dark and intense, never left mine - "Your pussy is as I remember it last time I fucked you. Turn around, let me look at your ass." I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding against my ribcage, but I found myself obeying his command. I turned slowly, my cheeks flushing with shame and excitement as I felt his gaze on my naked body. "Quite a sight, Mrs. G," he murmured, his voice low and husky. His words were crude, forward, and they sent a thrill through me, making me feel both humiliated and desired. I could feel his eyes on me, appraising me. Suddenly, he reached out, and got hold of my hips. I gasped as he lifted me effortlessly. As he lowered me, my feet found his muscular thighs, they were so hard it was like standing on the floor. As I squatted even lower, I could feel his hardness against me, and I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. His hands were still on my hips, guiding me, controlling me. I remembered his size and felt nervous . He was big, too big, and I couldn't help but whimper at the sensation. "Relax, Mrs. G, you can't be tense every time I enter your beautiful pussy. " he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "As I fuck you again and again, you pussy will be made right for my dick." he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction. He was teasing me, taking his time, drawing out the moment. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him, the pain mingling with pleasure in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. I could feel myself growing wetter, my body responding to his touch despite the discomfort. I shifted on his lap, trying to adjust to his size. I let out a soft moan as he finally sheathed himself fully inside me, his hands still guiding my movements. I could feel him pulsing within me, filling me completely, and I found myself wanting more, wanting him to take me, to claim me. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "Now, Mrs. G, let's see how well you can ride." I hesitated, my body tense and unsure, but his hands guided me, urging me to move. I rised up slowly, my breath hitching as I felt him slide out of me, and then I lowered myself back down, taking him in again. I repeated the motion, my movements clumsy and uncertain at first, but I soon found a rhythm, my body moving instinctively, driven by desire and need. I felt my arousal coating his length as I rode him, my movements becoming more confident and assured. I could feel his grip on my hips tightening, and I knew that he's close, that he's losing control. I could feel myself building towards a climax too, my body tensing and trembling as I rode him, my movements becoming more frantic and desperate. "That's it, Mrs. G," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Come for me." His words pushed me over the edge, and I let out a soft cry as I came, my body convulsing on him, my movements becoming erratic and uncontrolled. I could feel him tense beneath me, his grip on my hips bruising, and then he came too, his body shuddering as he filled me with his release. I collapsed back on him, my body spent and satisfied.