“You’re trying to tell me you don’t know if you’re wet or not?” I demanded.
A whimper escaped her. “I-I really don’t.”
“For fuck’s sake,” I groused under my breath. This time, I twisted around and tossed the knife on the top of the dresser.
When I turned back around, I couldn’t deny that she made a stunning picture.
Her legs were pushed together, so her pussy lips were sandwiched between them. Her golden skin was creamy against the black fabric of her pants, which made the bright red flush of her cunt, slick with translucent juices, seem all the more shocking.
In the best possible way, of course.
Licking my lips at the sight, I reached down and traced my finger over her slit. A groan escaped her as she surged onto her tiptoes, and her back bowed, dipping in at the bottom as she responded to the caress.
As she did, the clothes shifted slightly, so I told her, “Those clothes stay where they are. You let them fall, there’ll be consequences.”
In all honesty, I had no idea what those consequences would be. I wasn’t into punishing where sex was concerned, but if it got her this fucking hot, maybe I’d have to come up with some alternatives.
Punishments were for life and death situations.
Even though she’d questioned me downstairs, I’d never have shoved her in the fucking corner the way she’d elected.
I should be pissed, but how could I be when her cunt was this ready for me?
A mewl escaped her at my words, like the whisper of a consequence was enough to get her off.
Shaking my head at her, I let my fingers fondle her slit, moving them around her clit, rubbing it and taking my time with it so that she knew I was playing with her.
Every shudder, every groan, every whimper was enough consequence for me, but still, seeing how fucking ready she was had my dick close to bursting.
The trouble was, we had to shift our asses. All I wanted to do was fuck her, take my time with her, but my day had gone to shit already, and I knew Da would give me crap if I was late.
Unable to stop myself, I thrust a finger into her. The tight, clinging walls were a sweet torture of their own, and I closed my eyes as my dick throbbed in time to the way her pussy pulsed around the digit.
The moans she made weren’t helping either. They were sweet agony too.
Slipping a second, then a third into her, I gritted my teeth against the need to fuck her. She wasn’t going to lead me around by my cock, even if she thought she could...
“Don’t come,” I told her coldly, my voice hoarse as I battled my own needs.
“Huh?” she replied on a sharp intake of air.
“Don’t come,” I repeated as I started to thrust into her faster.
Just like I thought—the second I said that, her pussy clenched down on my fingers, hard enough to cut off the circulation to them. Okay, slight exaggeration but still, fucking tight.
A soft, keening sound escaped her, one that was loaded with a desperation I almost felt as she fought my retreat and invasion, trying to cling to me, to keep me in place.
Seconds before I knew she was about to get off, I pulled out of her, and damning the fucking time, I threw my towel to the floor, pushed the tip of my cock to her slit, and thrust home.
Her cunt fought me for every inch I claimed, making a liar out of her—no way in fuck had she serviced a whole chapter of the Sinners—but when I was all the way in, it treated me to a little Mexican wave as she exploded around me.
“What did I tell you?” I snarled at her, even though it felt like bliss.
That soft, keening sound became a wail. A long constant sound of agonized bliss as I fucked her through her orgasm. Reaching between her legs, I bent over slightly and began to rub her clit again as I fucked her from behind. The wail made my ears ring but though my thrusts were hard and fast, furious, she took it like a trooper.
With each thud of my thighs to her ass, of skin bouncing against skin, her fingers squeaked against the glass, and when her cunt clutched at my cock with more ferocity than before, I closed my eyes, reveling in the tight squeeze as she came again.
When she crumpled, falling forward, the clothes tumbling with her, tangling around her, I stopped rubbing her clit and instead, grabbed her hips. Continuing to fuck her as she tried to gain some balance, her hands flailing to straighten up, I stopped thrusting and, instead, rocked her back and forth, pivoting her off my dick and letting her fuck me back.