This was a game I loved to play and he knew it. I think it turned him on as much as it frustrated him. I was a little shit at heart. I didn’t want to tell him what to do, where’s the fun in that? He could do what he wanted with me, I trusted him. Nothing is better than a forced orgasm. Plus, it turned me on to have him take me and throw me around like I was a ragdoll, and I knew that he would if I gave him just enough incentive to keep going. He loved my ass; it was his favorite asset, no pun intended. When he placed me over the couch, I immediately knew where he wanted to stick his cock and I eagerly awaited it.
Anal sex is a tricky thing…there needs be a lot of foreplay and preparation for it. It’s not something you can take on command; you have to wine and dine it first, and that meant I would get more attention. What girl doesn’t want that? When he plunged the tips of his fingers in my anus and told me what he wanted to do, I bounced my booty to both provoke and piss him off.
He spanked me, hard, and I bit my tongue from screaming out, so he did it again and again until I finally screamed mercy.
Bastard.
“I win,” he mocked, so I swayed my ass back and forth to relieve the burn and taunt him.
“Are you going to be a good girl, now?” he coaxed.
“I’m not a good girl, Sebastian,” I goaded.
“You’re right about that one.” I watched as he got down on his knees to spread me open, still looking up at me. “But you’re my girl,” he added with possessiveness before he dove his tongue right into my ass hole.
My body simultaneously fell forward, making my ass stand at attention and allowing him to lick and devour my private area. I knew most women wouldn’t be caught dead in that position, with their significant others tongue up their ass, but I’m not most women and it felt fucking amazing. His fingers started to torment my clit while the other ones finger fucked me from behind, never letting up the delicious friction his tongue was giving. Within minutes, I was close to falling apart and he sensed it, his movements slowed.
Damn him.
Sebastian had his own game he loved to play, always three steps ahead of me. He wanted me to beg for it. He wouldn’t give me what I wanted until he had me say the words.
“Ysabelle…” he said in a singing tone. “Why don’t you want to play with me?” He pushed in another finger and moved them in a come-here motion. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, but I didn’t make a sound. His fingers massaged my clit as he continued to lap at my anus. I kept as quiet as I could, trying to enjoy the sensations without giving away that I was close to orgasm.
“I know your body…” He paused and licked. “I know the way your skin glows…” He stopped and pressed his fingers in deeper and further. “I know how your back perspires just slightly…I know how your breathing teeters from heavy to still…” he arrogantly stated. “Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll let you have what you so desperately want.”
I gasped when he removed all his fingers and his tongue found my clit from behind immediately. I was on the tips of my toes, trying to get the most stimulation possible. He was unrelenting with taking me to the edge and then slowing down. I clenched my jaw and subtly swayed my hips.
He smacked my ass and laughed. “No cheating,” he ordered.
“Fuck!” I frustratingly yelled. I hated losing.
He attacked my nub with more determination and I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please…please…please…” I shamelessly begged.
I knew he was smiling.
“Please what?” He licked in slow torture.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“And…” he groaned in between sucking.
“God…that feels good.”
The fucker started humming and the vibrations were indescribable.
“Please…Sebastian…please make me come…please…”
He mumbled something about my pussy tasting fucking amazing and he finally gave me what I wanted. I screamed out his name and he prolonged my orgasm by never letting up on his desire to taste me. I started to shake from the sensitivity and he stood and kicked off his gym shorts to coat his dick with my arousal.
“Spread your ass,” he ordered and I did as I was told. “Now that’s a fucking view,” he growled, smacking my ass.
My wetness pooled everywhere. He used his fingers at first, opening and preparing me. Once he knew I was ready, he slowly thrust in his cock. I felt minor discomfort until his head was in and then breathed through the rest. Once his balls hit my pussy and his hips pressed against my cheeks, I knew he was all the way in and I took several deep breaths.
“You good?” he asked.
“Yeah…” I moaned. “Go slow.”
He gently inched in and out; the burning sensation subsided and was replaced with the craving for more. My reactions stirred and I started to meet him for every push and pull.
“Touch yourself,” he groaned.
I lowered my hand to my throbbing clit and manipulated the bundle of nerves. I gritted my teeth from the impending orgasm that was looming.
“Jesus…fuck me…how do you get this tight…” he growled, gripping on to my hips harder.
He shoved all the way in and stalled. I knew what he wanted; he wanted to watch me dance, as he called it. I rotated my hips up and down, giving him the show he craved. Women truly are fucking you on the dance floor with their asses on your cocks. I felt his dick harden more and I knew he was close, as was I. Sebastian leaned forward and laid sloppy kisses all along my shoulder blades, breathing on me and that was enough to have me coming apart again. Wetness dripped out of my pussy as my ass milked him clean.
Just another normal Tuesday evening.