“Come for me,” he growls from between my legs. “Tell me when you do.”
“You’ll know, trust me.” I grab his head, rocking against his tongue, the fingers in me getting quicker at the exact right moment. “Oh, shit,” I add, my voice failing me. “I’m coming!”
It hits me as I speak, an orgasm so strong, I can’t see. I get white spots in front of my eyes as my limbs shake, my pussy grips his fingers, my soul soars above my body. It’s the best climax I’ve had in my life.
“My turn,” he says, climbing up the bed and straddling my chest with his legs, his cock pointing obscenely toward my face. “Suck it. Show me how good you are.”
I take hold of the base of his cock, squeezing it hard, drawing a snarl from his lips that turns into a groan as my tongue flicks over the head. I lick my way down the shaft, up and down, teasing him while staring into his eyes. That hunger is still there, making his hips thrust toward me.
I fight the thrusting, wanting to tease him a little longer, still enjoying the afterglow of my climax. My body is more relaxed than ever, giving me the chance to appreciate the sheer beauty of his cock. I want to worship it like he just did my pussy.
I kiss the end, drawing a salty bead from him that I lick away. “I said suck it,” he growls, thrusting at me again.
“Or what?” I reply, still teasing him.
He pulls away, stepping off the bed, yanking my hips, lifting me like I weigh nothing at all. “What are you doing?” I ask. “Put me down.”
“I tell you what to do, not the other way around.” He brings me face down onto his lap and I know before he does it what’s about to happen to me.
His hand slaps down on my ass a moment later. “When I tell you to suck my cock, you suck it.” He swats my ass again, the sting from the spanking reaching deep into a part of me I never even knew was there. “That understood?”
What the hell? It’s only one night. Who gives a shit if we do a bit of roleplay? Better than the tentative messing around my previous bedroom adventures have involved.
“Yes, Sir,” I say. “I’ll suck it when you tell me to.”
“Good girl.” His hands mash my buttocks, spreading them wide, kneading them like dough. “Though not good enough.” He spanks me again and again, sending the air out of my lungs as I squirm in place, trying to avoid the pain of each blow.
My pussy’s getting wetter as I grind in place against his still hard cock.
His eyes narrow. “You will demand my cock in your mouth. Beg me for it.”
“Give me your cock,” I reply, getting into the role of his Sub. “Fuck me with it.”
He licks his index finger, pushing it between my buttocks. “Like this?” he asks, sliding the tip of his finger straight into my ass.
I let out a gasp that’s as much shock as delight.
“You want me to fuck you like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. I do. I want you in my ass.”
“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. So dirty. I need you in me. Please fuck me.”
“On your knees. Show me how well you can use that mouth of yours. Hands behind your back.” He slips his finger from my ass, leaning back on the bed, motioning toward the floor.
He slides me sideways and I sink to the carpet, my knees digging into the weave as I bring my mouth straight to his cock, hands behind my back like he ordered.
I impale myself on his length, half gagging as it hits the back of my throat. The heat of it makes my clit tingle and I can imagine it inside me. My ass is still aching from the spanking, intensifying the feelings running through me. I want him so badly, but I can’t ride him, not until he says so. Somehow I know that without words passing between us.
He holds my head in place, his cock filling my mouth, until I can’t hold on any longer. My lungs burn with the need for breath and he knows just how long to hold me for, drool running down onto his balls and his thighs until he lifts me free.
I take a gasping breath. “Can I sit on it?”
“Not yet,” he replies, taking my hand, bending me over the bed, swatting my ass again, but more lightly than before. He grabs my hips, pushing himself into me, driving all the way home in a single solid motion of his body.
I’m stuck in place, only able to rock slightly, wanting more friction, feeling another climax in the works, but it needs help to get here.