“Unless I think you’re pissed at me. Then I might be wary.”
“Afraid I’ll bit your cock?”
“Maybe.”
“What if you like it?”
“You think I like pain?”
“You tell me.”
Rob grunts again. He shifts back, his hands on my hips to drag me back, too, so that his cock remains inside me. He has his legs folded beneath him, and he has me up on his legs, my ass off the bed, and he moves his hands to grab my ass. He thrusts into me a few times, and then, he rubs my ass, and I wonder if he’s going to slap my ass.
“Do you remember what I told you once?” he asks, his voice a bit tight.
“Ah… you’re going to have to be more specific.”
“That if you want me to use my hand, if you want to be spanked, you have to ask. It’s always about your comfort. Do you want to know if you like pain?”
“I…”
“You can say no.” He slows down his pumping. “I don’t want to cross the line.”
“Oh, hell, Rob, we’ve crossed so many lines.”
“We don’t have to cross anymore.”
“Just one more,” I whisper.
But he hesitates.
I nod.
And he slaps my ass.
I gasp as he rubs the spot, taking the sting away.
“Did you like that?” he asks, and I think he might sound worried.
“I… I don’t know.”
“Again or no more?”
“Once more,” I whisper.
He spanks my other cheek.
God help me, but I do. I like to be spanked. I'm so wet that I can feel how much smoother it is for him to thrust into me, and my orgasm is building.
Terrified he’s going to torture me again, I reach down to touch my clit, but Rob knocks my hand away, and he starts to roll my clit between his fingers, and I come so hard that I squeeze my eyes shut but still see stars.
“Fuck,” he mumbles. “You’re so fucking tight. I can’t… Ah!”
He empties himself inside the condom, and I can’t deny that I’ve wondered what it would feel like to have a guy come inside me.
Not just any guy.
Rob.