She curled her fingers, grasping the edge of the couch, the ideahorribleyet enticing. She pictured it, thought about how it felt now, so quickly, and how much worse it would be if he did this for hours, if she was unsatisfied and he refused to let her have the relief she needed.
It soundedamazing.
“Fortunately for you, I don’t have the patience for that, not yet, not when your cunt is so damned tight and warm.”
He pressed her chest down more, so she arched her back, then his next hit didn’t land on her ass. Instead, he aimed lower, and his fingers struck her clit.
The world exploded around her, the pain sparking through her body and searing every nerve, the hit shocking in its intensity.
“Fuck, I like that sound.”
She hadn’t realized she’d even made a sound, but before she knew it, she’d spread her knees an inch or two as if to plead for another strike.
“More? Yeah, you are so my sort of girl. Your needy little clit wants more? Of course it does.” He repeated the action, and her new stance made him able to strike harder.
She didn’t hide how loud she was—she couldn’t. The sound was forced from her, an endless stream of moans and cries. Wetness tracking down her cheeks said he’d been right, that he’d pulled tears from her.
No doubt she looked like a disaster, but when he shifted, when she turned to catch sight of his face, his expression held nothing but adoration, as if she’d never been more beautiful.
Not that it stopped from him turning back and landing another hit.
She dangled on that precipice, her release so close that her cunt pulsed.
He grabbed her hips and flipped her, the movement so fast it drew a surprised yelp from her.
When her ass hit the couch and even that made her whimper, she knew she’d struggle to sit later.
Worth it.
He reached into his pocket to withdraw a condom before he undid his pants. The way he pulled his belt free caught her attention.
Trent grinned, folding the belt over in his grip, then smacking it against his other palm. “Oh, sweet, you’rebeggingfor it, aren’t you? You’re not ready for this, but you will be—promise.”
Disappointment swamped her, a stark change from the last time she’d seen one of them handle a belt, when she’d felt only fear.
Trent shoved his jeans off, then knelt on the couch between her thighs. “Don’t worry, I bet I can keep you from missing that too much.” He grasped her hips and yanked her forward so her ass was off the couch, almost in his lap. He fit his shaft against her pussy, then sank into her, filling her. The position was strange, making her head lower than her center. He grabbed a pillow from the couch and shoved it beneath her hips to help keep her there, then set one leg on his shoulder. Her other, he pushed out to the side and up.
It spread her obscenely, left her legs wide open and gave him a perfect view of where his cock spread her pussy.
That smirk of his said he liked the view.
“Garrison was right—your cunt is a thing of beauty.”
She was ready to say something—what, she wasn’t sure—but he brought his hand in andflickedher exposed clit before she could.
When he’d spanked her, it had still been hidden a bit by her folds. This position gave him total access, and even though the hit wasn’t hard, it was more direct.
She twisted, but he used his other hand to hold her thigh before he thrust into her.
He fucked her hard, moving from flicks—they required more focus—back to slaps against the most sensitive place on her aching body.
The friction from his cock, each shocking strike of his fingers to her clit, blurred everything.
It drove her so far over the edge of sanity that by the time she came, it was likenothingshe’d ever experienced. It was so much more than just a release, feeling as though he’d dug inside her and yanked out so much repression, so many things she’d hidden and ignored.
Even as she came, as she bucked from the intensity, he didn’t stop plunging his hard cock into her. He used her to get off, to please himself, and that made it all even better, kept the waves of pleasure cresting over her, kept her body from recovering.
He came, his fingers digging into her thigh just as he set his thumb against her sore and abused clit and pressed hard, an almost agonizingly intense feeling that made her wonder if a woman could actually pass out from this sort of thing. It seemed lightening arced across her vision, everything around her shorting out, and even the twitch of his cock, the way he pressed against her with short, hard little thrusts, like he wanted to make sure he came as deep as possible inside her, was too much.
When she finally came down, when she pulled in gasping breaths and opened her eyes, Trent was panting above her.
And his smile?
How a man could dothatto her and still smile so sweetly, well, she’d never understand.
But she wouldn’t mind testing it again…