“Hmm, so when I fuck you there, I’ll be the first to make you come from a cock in your ass.”
The satisfaction is clear, and I don’t dare think of denying him. What had once left me cold has me wet again.
“Your nipples get hard quick, baby. You want my cock in your ass too. Good, we’ll get there, but now I want you to ride me. Was that a moan of no? Don’t even think about it.” Hands lock on to my hips, and he’s lifting me over him and settling me down on his stomach. His hard cock is brushing against my ass, open to him.
Even wet and wanting, I can’t look down at him, and cling to his chest. His muscles are rippling and tensing beneath me, and he moves a hand away. Hearing him tear open a condom has me biting my lip against the moan that wants out at the feel of him rolling it on. His hands brush against me as he does it. The teeth on my shoulder are hard, and will leave a mark. Shuddering under his mouth, I press back against him, and he bites harder, and now I can’t stop moving my hips against him.
“Not just hard but rough? You like it rough, baby. I can fuck you like you want, but you have to sit on my cock first. Oh yes, you will.”
I feel weightless as he picks me up and brings me down on him. His cock is so thick and hard, I feel impaled on him. I’m not even all the way on him and my body begins shaking in reaction to this new position. “Trey?”
“You’re going to take your climax, this time, Kate. On a real-life cock, you’re going to come on me and work for it, and I’ll be watching you, yes. It’s okay, baby. I know you like to come, and you need it. It feels so good, and there’s not a damn thing wrong with wanting to feel good. That’s it, roll your hips. Fuck, that’s it, keep doing that. Kate, look at me. It’s my cock inside you making you feel so good, and you love it. You can’t hide from it. I’m not going to let you. Beautiful breasts, sweet cherry nipples, you taste so good. Bend down and let me taste you.”
Thought is gone, and I move as he instructs me, and his mouth is hot and greedy on my tight nipple. Sucking hard and deep, his teeth work me and I’m moving harder on him. Lying across him feels so different than sitting astride him, and I’m grinding my pussy against his hard cock, my clit swollen. Close, so close, again and again I move my hips, and then it’s there and I’m shaking and shivering in the afterglow. For long minutes he doesn’t move, but he’s still hard inside me. I begin to move away but he catches me back against his chest.
“You had a good orgasm, Kate?” It has to be a rhetorical question, and I can only halfheartedly nod. “Tell me, Kate.”
“Yes, I came,” I whisper.
“Louder. You came on my cock and it felt good, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I came on your cock and it felt good and there’s nothing wrong with that,” I repeat against his chest, and something eases inside me as I say it.
“Good girl.” Pulling me so tight I can barely breathe, he begins to thrust up and into me mercilessly. I’m a rag doll on him, only his arms are keeping me from flying off, and it feels so good I’m spinning into another orgasm.
“More, please more, harder.” The words escape me, and he doesn’t say anything, but reacts by doing as I beg.
“So fucking tight. Keep squeezing my cock with your pussy. That’s it, Kate.” He groans, and his breathing is harsh as I hit my climax and my pussy begins clenching around him. When he comes, the feeling of his jerking cock travels up my body causing me to shiver in reaction.
Too soon, he moves me off him, and I protest.
“Condom,” He grits out as he rolls me off of him.
Again, I can’t take my eyes off him. The condom is full, and there’s cum all over him. I can’t believe my pussy is reacting with clenching need at the sight. I’m so tired I can barely move. Yet I’m on my knees and moving toward him. A curse escapes him as he disposes of the condom.
“Wait.” I try to stop him from moving into the bathroom to clean up.
“No, Kate, not this time. Lie back down. I’ll be right back.” When I try to get closer, his face hardens. “I said no.”
Mystified by his response, I’m still sitting on the edge of the bed when he comes back from the bathroom.
“This is about you, not me.” He picks me up as if I weigh nothing, lies back down, and settles me on his chest again.
“But I want to taste you.”
“You made the rules.” The words are simple but effective, and I go still on him.
Fuck, what the hell is happening? I haven’t even finished thinking before Trey rolls me onto my back and lets his body sink into mine, pushing me into the mattress.
“No, don’t even think about it. Don’t think, Kate, just feel.” His mouth comes down on mine, and he’s ravaging. Fighting for control is a faint and pathetic attempt. I give up so quickly it’s embarrassing.
My hands are in his hair, urging him on, and he catches them and pulls them away and above my head. I want to touch him, need to touch him. Shock hits me when he tears his mouth from mine and rolls away.
“Damn it, you touch me and I can’t fucking handle it. All night, it’s what you want, and I’ll give it to you, but my way. On your knees, now.”
I don’t move. Frustration is so high I moan. He ignores it, and he’s up and on his knees, and as I take in how hard and thick he is so quickly, I long to taste him. I’ve always heard it takes longer for a man to recover, not him. His hands are firm and unyielding as he pulls me up and
then turns me around. When I feel his fingers checking me, I moan and push back against him. Only seconds later, the blunt head of his cock teases my slick lips as he moves up and down outside of me. The sound of a condom wrapper tearing reminds me that he’s unprotected, and I bite my lip to keep from begging him to come inside me without one. I want all of him inside him. The need to feel him inside me without a condom emptying himself inside me has me wet with want.