Jax
God, that look on her face alone could kill me: utter submission.
I throw her onto the bed. “Don’t move,” I command.
And she doesn’t. She waits there, lying on her back with her legs akimbo and her naked chest heaving, waiting for me, for what I’m going to do to her.
I stride back to get the cream, then flip her over, spreading the cream along the bends of the heart-shaped ass. Jesus Christ, that ass, that beautiful, full, waiting-for-it ass. She rises to all fours like a dog. I palm her ass, stroke up and down her silky ass crack, pressing into the hole, teasing it some more.
She presses her ass into me further, and my finger slides in easily. As I shove my finger in, she shoves her ass out further.
“More.”
I slap her ass. “Your job is to listen and get fucked. Not talk.”
She groans, shoves her ass out even further, the word working its way out again as I pulse, going further and further each time: “Moooore.”
Finally, I rip out my finger, throw her off the bed and shove myself into her, my cock between her ass cheeks, into her crazy tight, crazy hot hole.
“Unh,” is all she can say now.
Burrowing myself in deeper, I growl in her ear. “What’s that? Didn’t quite catch that. You want more?”
I grind myself in deeper, and she groans, her ass trembling. I slap it, shoving myself in deeper, then pull out and slam into her so hard she hits the wall, both of us shaking in the aftermath.
“Fuck,” she groans out.
I start pumping that sweet little ass of hers, pressing her head into the wall. “What’s that? You want more?”
“Oh Christ, yes.”
God, I’m not going to be able to take much more of this. The way she’s just taking it, taking it up the ass, legs spread, ass shoved up. Not like she wants more – like she needs it.
I pull out all the way. Well, more is exactly what I’m going to give her.
I shove all the way in again and slap her ass, and she’s swaying it back and forth, grinding those thick cheeks around my dick while I’m inside of her.
She starts to say something, but I slam her back into the wall. “Shut up. You’re for fucking, that’s all.”
And then I ratchet up the pace, and her moans are in time to my slams, and she’s shaking that ass, that sweet slutty little ass, and I slap it and she loses it, falls to her knees, just as I’m over the edge, coming everywhere, all over her back, her ass, that ass that’s still trembling, shaking with what it wanted but couldn’t handle.
When we both fall still, I pull out. Then, I pick up the fucked-out ragdoll and toss her in the bath, to scrub the both of us clean. I pick her back up, toss her in bed and climb in beside her.
I watch as she drifts away, the traces of a smile still on her parted lips. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about this woman.
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When I feel a cool softness on my chest and open my eyes, I know.
She wants more.
The next thing I can feel are those cool hands running along my dick, her breath grazing my cheek.
“When does the pussy get him?”
I roll around, so my back is to her. “When she’s earned it.”
Now the lips are on my shoulders, kissing and sucking away all the tension.
“What do I have to do?” she asks, her tone alone making me hard.
I wait a minute before answering, torture her a little. “I don’t know…”
“Please,” she groans out, her hands snaking around to my front, stroking my chest, slowly moving down further and further.
“Get in front of me,” I say.
I sit up, and she walks over in front of me. I have her stand there for a minute so I can enjoy her, my gaze feasting on her wide hips, her dick-wide landing strip, her cunt with a sheen of wetness already.
“Kneel down,” I say.
She kneels.
“So, what will you do for it?” I ask casually, spreading my legs so she can have a full view of my cock.
“Anything,” she murmurs, entranced.
“Anything?” I ask again, shoving him out further, almost to her lips.
“Anything,” she says, throwing herself on him with vigor.
I pull myself away with a loud slopping sound. “Wait there,” I command and stride away to my bag. I take it out and hold it behind my back. I sit back where I was on the bed, putting the gun in front of my cock.
“You did say anything,” I say, my ironic gaze scanning hers. I shove the gun in her face, say, “Suck this off how you’re gonna suck me off. Suck this off good and hard.”
There’s no hesitation, not even any fear; as soon as the words are out of my mouth, her tongue is out, running up and down the barrel’s length eagerly, never taking her eyes off me.
Jesus, that look alone…
Eyes still on me, she probes the muzzle with her tongue, then throws her whole mouth over the gun, going down until it hits the back of her throat. She pulls back with a loud smacking sound, then rubs the muzzle over her lips, over her cheek, over one tit and the other.
My hand finds my dick. This is the best show I could ask for.
She plays with her tits with the gun, then slips it back to her mouth. Then she’s engulfed it in those slick red lips again, sliding up and down in time to my dick strokes, as if my hand is her mouth.
I’m about to come already, so I rip it out of her mouth. She flops back, spreads her legs, and I smile. “Not just yet. You haven’t earned it yet, slut.” I shove the gun between her legs, and she groans. “What’s that?” I ask, “Not what you expected?”
I shove it in deeper, and her gaze goes to my dick, which is so hard it almost hurts. I start pumping the gun into her, while her pussy clasps at it in ecstasy and exasperation, her gaze never leaving the hard thing she really wants.
But I’m merciless, pumping her good and hard. When she tries to speak, I pull it out, shake it in her face, and remind her, “You’re for listening and fucking, that’s all.”
Then, when I’ve thrust it back in, and she’s writhing with animalistic grunts, teetering on the edge, I pull the gun all the way out. “You had enough?”
Her eyes flutter open, and she gapes at me.
I lift the gun and shrug. “You’re right; this is sick. Wrong. I should stop.”
Panting, she shoves her pelvis up at me.
“What’s that?” I ask, leaning in. “Go on – you can tell me.”
“More,” is all she can come out with.
And oh, more do I give her. I shove the gun all the way in, pumping her wet cunt eagerly, so fast she can only moan with pleasure. I ratchet up the pace until she’s thrashing back and forth, her moans growing, her body trembling. Finally, I slam into her so hard she falls back, a cry breaking free from her lips, her pelvis exploding into tremors, while I keep pumping mercilessly, and grab her tit.
After her tremors have subsided to a soft trembling, I pat her head. “Now, my dear little slut, I will fuck you.”