“Yet another reason why you're the Queen.” I huff out a laugh, chest heaving as I come down from my high.
“Why thank you, kind sir.” She winks at me with a shit eating grin.
“Kind of disappointed, though,” I say looking down at my semihard cock. He’s not done yet, we still have to fuck our Queen.
“Why?” she growls.
“Because I was hoping you would leave a sexy ring of red around my cock. But your lips are perfect as always.” My smile grows, as does hers.
“Smudgeproof,” she says, swiping her thumb across her lip, getting the little drop of cum from the corner of her mouth. She brings it into her mouth and sucks it suggestively.
“Tease,” I growl, making her smile widen.
“Well, Daddy Dean,” she purrs. “If I’ve been a naughty girl, then maybe you should punish me.” She slowly gets off her knees, rising to stand before me. I wait there, my cock hardening again with each passing second, getting ready for round two. I undo the buttons on my shirt as she slowly strips out of her lingerie. When she's naked, my eyes roam over her body.She’s so fucking perfect.I lick my lips, watching as she gets on the couch and leans over the back, sticking her round ass out.
I stand up and take my pants off the rest of the way, kicking them to the side and just stand there behind her, my dress shirt open, my tie loose and hanging.What do I do now? Is she serious about me punishing her? If I touch her right now, will she kill me?But fuck, my cock is eager to claim her; and that damn nickname they all call me? The one that drives me nuts most of the time, well the way she just used it makes my dickveryhappy and my dominant side preen.
“Well... Are you gonna just leave me here with my ass hanging out in the breeze? Or are you gonna slap my ass, grab my hair, and fuck me like you hate me?” she sasses, cocking a brow at me over her shoulder.
Fuck me.The mouth on this one. I groan, taking my cock into my hand and giving it a few strokes as I take in the stunning view before me. She smirks again, wiggling her ass, tempting me.
My hands reach out and caress the globes of her ass, giving them a little squeeze before I bring my hand back and slap her once on the right cheek. The sound of the clap echoes throughout the room as the force moves her forward a little. I freeze, afraid I went too far. She moans, then looks over her shoulder when I don't dare continue.
Rolling her eyes she says, “I’m not gonna kill you. Now fuck me.”
Relaxing a little, I touch her again, sliding my hands down her back, feeling her soft skin against mine. She arches into my touch, pressing her backside into my hard cock.
“Dean. Stop holding back. I know I like to be in control, but this is me, making a choice. I’m choosing to let you fuck me like this, there’s a 50-50 power balance here, and I’m offering my body to you. So if you leave me hanging, I’ll leave. Or, I’ll fuck myself with my fingers in front of you and show you what you’re missing out on.” I groan at her words. “I’m not some delicate, little flower, okay? I like it hard and dirty. So, Daddy Dean, show me what you got.”
She grinds her ass against my dick again and I growl as I grip her hip, line my cock up with her dripping pussy that looks oh so fucking delicious, and ram my cock into her with one hard thrust. She lets out a loud, lusty moan.
“Fuck!” she cries. “God, your dick is fucking huge.”
Chuckling, I remove myself, roughly pumping into her. She said she likes it hard and dirty, so that’s what she’s gonna get. “You like this?” I growl, my hips slapping against her ass. “Me fucking you with my thick cock.”
“Yes!” she cries. “So fucking good.”
I’m not going to praise her for being a good girl, because that might be triggering for her. But I will praise her body and how she makes me feel.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. I wanna stay buried in your hot cunt forever.” I grit my teeth as I fuck her into the couch.
“Harder,” she snaps, earning her another slap on the ass. She turns to look me in the eye with a signature Queenie glare and begins to thrust her ass into me as she stares me down.
Slipping my hand under her, I find her swollen clit, and her eyes flutter shut as I start to play with her before she places her face into the couch.
Her cries of pleasure are muffled, but somehow become wilder, louder as our moans and groans mix together. I love this woman, and being able to be this way with her is a gift I won't ever take for granted.
I can tell she’s close when her knees start to buckle, but she’s determined to continue fucking me, thrusting her ass back into me over and over.
“Fuck me!” she screams. “Fuck me, Dean, hard!”
She needs to cum, and so do I. I grasp a handful of her hair and pull her up so that her back is flush to my chest. We kiss, hot and messy, tongues battling, and teeth clashing together. I bring my hand to her clit again. With me playing with her, and my relentless fucking, she cums, biting down hard on my lip as she screams into my mouth. I hold her body to me as she shudders in my arms, her pussy locking my cock in place. I let out a groan of both pain and pleasure as I follow her off the metaphorical cliff. My cock pulses, my release coating every inch inside her sweet cunt, marking her as mine.
“Oh, Daddy Dean. Maybe I should be a naughty girl more often if this is my punishment,” she taunts playfully against my lips.
I huff out a laugh. “I like it when you're bad.”
“To the bone, baby.” She clenches around me again for fun, and I groan, putting my forehead to her shoulder.