Sandy scrambled to do as he bid. Trembling fingers pulled out a condom, then she stood to unbuckle, unzip, and pull down his pants and boxes, and then she slipped the condom over his hard-as-fuck dick and when she sat on top of him, he groaned as her channel parted with every inch of hard cock that she introduced inside her.
“You feel amazing, Sandy,” he said as he lifted the sweatshirt over her head.
Her little tits looked glorious and he sucked each of them for a full minute, licking and laving the peaks until she was moaning so hard he didn’t know if it was because she loved it or because it hurt.
“Beckham,” she murmured as she unbuttoned his shirt and then pulled his arms out of his sleeves. “I’ve been spanked before. I asked Glenn to do it once.”
“I’m not spanking you.”
“Oh.”
Well fuck. Did she sound disappointed?
Her breasts heaved with each breath. He lifted her and lowered her above him, watching every bounce of her breasts. Then watching how her pussy opened to take him inside her. His eyes blinded as the soft curls between her legs shone wetly and the pink lips grew red and swollen with each thrust.
“Sandy?”
“Hmm….”
He clamped his teeth together and swatted out his hand, spanking her lightly on the ass, and she stiffened with a little gasp. “Maybe I will spank you,” he said then. “Once for each stolen item…and you get to keep my stuff.”
Another.
She cried out and her ass cheeks squeezed—and her pussy squeezed around his cock too. “Relax your muscles,” he said, his hand hovering above her ass before it smacked into her flesh again. His loins heated up at the sounds of her moans, her whimpers, her ass under his swatting hand, the clench of her pussy on his cock. By the time he hit her past twenty, he could smell her sex, how wet she was, her breath so ragged.
He caressed both cheeks and stroked between the fissure; the wetness he discovered was running from her pussy all the way back, causing him to groan, low and deep, in his throat.
“Becks,” she said, begging. They were both wildly affected, he was breathing as fast as she was, and he didn’t even know why. He pulled her up and tossed her on the bed, curled her legs around his shoulders, and thrust inside, and when her mouth parted to yell out his name, this time calling him, “Beckham,” he covered her lips and started kissing her without control. Fucking her without control.
He didn’t need to ask if he’d hurt her, he felt her gratitude in her kiss, some sort of silent understanding stretching between them.
She wanted—needed—some boundaries. She wanted him to give her some attention, and he was. And he would.
He never broke the kiss, never broke rhythm, started pounding very very hard. Needing this release of his frustration, needing to give her what she needed—a punishment for what she’d done and also, a reminder that he’d noticed. If she wanted attention….he wanted her to know, to feel, his attention.
Hell he never, ever, wanted her to forget his attention.
He brought her arms up over her head so he could run his fingers down the satiny skin of her arms, watch her squirm underneath him, her panting breaths intensely hot against his neck. “You little beauty,” he said gutturally, urgently. “You filthy, wicked girl, you love this don’t you. What’s on your mind. Sandy. What do you want.”
“You…you want me to talk dirty?”
“Fuck, baby, you feel the jerk of my cock? I like it already and you haven’t said a thing. Just looking at you…you’re so damned perfect, Sandy.”
She reached for his buttocks and pulled him in deeper, speaking fast, the words running into each other. “Cock dick pussy cunt oh god I don’t know but don’t stop!”
He chuckled softly, then sucked on each of her tits for a little while, enjoying this too much. Her, and this need, intense, burning need to have her, again and again….
The sounds echoing in the small motel room, in his ears, stirring up his already pounding heartbeat. Her fluttering touch on his back, up his chest, Beckham exhaled heavily in enjoyment cupping her ass and rubbing it gently in his hands, as gently as she caressed his erection with her cunt. She squeezed his buttocks again, and he felt a shiver run down his whole body as he set his forehead against hers, breathing her same air, and kept pumping.
“Yeah,” he rasped, reaching to stroke her sweet, juicy folds with the head of his cock before plunging back in.
Her hand became bolder. Going downward to cup his balls. Her breath coming faster to match his as her knuckles grazed the matt of hai
r from where his shaft erected.
Pulling out, he let her caress his cock a little and shoved two fingers into her. His hips swiveled into her hand. Her pelvis tilted up to his fingers.
His eyes drifted shut as the pleasure whipped him. “Yeah,” he rasped, bending to take her lips once more. Hot, moist. The pleasure engulfed him, tensing his muscles as her delicious vagina clenched around every slide of his probing fingers.