I nod as he pulls my jeans down my thighs before removing his own. We’re both naked. He grabs both of my ankles and jerks me across the sleeping bags on the ground.
“First, I’m going to devour your sweet little cunt like it’s my last meal.” He doesn’t hesitate. He spreads my thighs wide open. I feel so exposed as he drags his tongue between my folds. “And then I’m going to stuff you with my cock till you’re begging me to stop, but will I stop, baby?”
I moan as he slides a finger inside me, circling my clit. He pulls his finger out and slaps my pussy.
“What the—”
“Answer me. Am I going to stop when you’re sore and think you can’t take any more?” His eyes are dark as he looks down at me.
“No.”
“Good girl. Now watch as you take my cock.”
I prop myself up on my elbows and look down my body to where he’s positioned at my entrance. I watch as he spits in his hand runs it over his cock before thrusting his hips forward. I let out a groan of pain.
“I know, baby. You’re not fully ready, but I need to be inside you.” His voice is strained as he holds my legs open. I can see the veins pulsing in his neck as he pulls back and slides in harder this time.
My mouth falls open as he repeats the process a few more times. He leans over and grabs a pillow, lifting me and sliding it beneath my hips as he tosses my legs over his shoulders.
He leans forward onto his hands, practically bending me in half and hitting me deep in my G-spot. I scream as he pistons his hips back and forth, his breath growing more rapid with each movement.
“Oh fuuuuck, yes,” his voice is loud and deep as he grunts. “I can’t get enough,” he pants, “God, you were made to fuck, baby.” I feel my orgasm seconds away, and his eyes fall to my tits, which bounce wildly with every thrust.
Seconds later, we’re both coming undone. I claw at his back as he fists my hair, my scalp burning at the force.
I’m barely able to catch my breath before he’s flipping me onto all fours and entering me again from behind. His hands grip my hips so tightly I’m sure I’ll have bruises, but I don’t care. The sounds of our slapping flesh fills the tent as I ride his cock.
“Ohhh, I’m so close,” I moan as my release builds again, but just as I say the words, he stills. I turn around to look at him. “Why’d you stop?”
His grin is wicked. “Because I’ll let you come when I want you to come.”
I attempt to push myself back against him to resume the movement, but this time he completely pulls out of me then lands a heavy hand against my ass, the slap echoing around us.
“Ow!” I scream as I scramble to turn around, but he reaches forward and pushes me back down.
“Don’t fucking move.”
I look back over my shoulder and meet his gaze. He keeps eye contact with me as he slowly raises his hand again over his head and brings it back down against my flesh.
I cry out again.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, and I shake my head no.
I don’t know why I’m enjoying this. It hurts like hell, but watching how turned on he is has me even more excited.
He spanks me several more times, landing his hand in different places while dragging his fingers between my folds. When he enters me again, my walls grip him so tightly that my body begins to convulse and shake as I fall apart beneath him.