“I need to come,” she wailed.
“Not yet. You’ll wait for my permission unless you want me to fuck that tight little ass next,” I warned her.
Ruthlessly, I fucked her, enjoying myself as I edged closer and closer to my own release. She wailed and screamed, but she remained obedient.
Then she started to beg.
Her desperation undid me.
“Come for me, angel,” I demanded. Her body started to quiver. I could feel her beginning to shatter for me.
I thrust up into her, my cock harder than steel. From the base of my spine, my pleasure burst forward, surging from my balls all the way to the tip of my cock. My seed spurted up inside her, one torrent after another as she writhed and screamed on top of me. I forced myself all the way inside her, blissfully enjoying the tightening of her body as she broke on top of my cock.
Her orgasm seemed to go on forever. She screamed and wailed through every last moment of it. Her sounds, the expression on her face, the way she gripped at me with her hands and her pussy was without a doubt the most intoxicating experience of my life.
By the time she finally came down, she was shaking and her pretty blushing cheeks were stained with tears. I cupped her face and kissed them away. She moaned, pressing into my gentler touch now. I fucked her far more slowly, enjoying the quivering aftershocks as her body clutched at me.
My cock softened, but only a little. If she hadn’t looked so worn out, I would have easily been hard enough to fuck her again simply by listening to her pretty satisfied sounds. I leaned forward, locking her lips with mine. I kissed her more gently this time, savoring each one for as long as I could before I pulled away.
“You took my cock like such a good girl,” I praised. Her face lit up and she broke out into a shy smile.
Balancing her around my waist with my cock still inside her, I carried her over to the front sitting room, where I reluctantly lifted her off and deposited her face down over the couch arm. For a long moment, I stared at the vision of her with her bottom bare, pink, and still plugged. She whimpered quietly.
I’d made her more than a little sore and that made my cock rock hard again in a matter of seconds.
“Sir?” she asked nervously.
“It’s alright, angel. I’m just taking a moment to enjoy the sight of you,” I replied, tucking away my cock before I decided to fuck her again. When I was ready, I smoothed my palm against her naked back. She relaxed, at least until my other hand wound around the base of the plug. She tensed and I waited.
Her punishment was long over. There was no need for this part to hurt.
“Relax, angel. I’m only taking out the plug since I know you’re sore.”
“I am sore,” she pouted.
She struggled to relax for several long seconds, but she eventually managed to do it. Quickly, I pulled out the plug. She squeaked in surprise at the sensation. I tossed the plug aside in a nearby wastebasket. I would buy her another soon enough.
Roughly, I grasped both sides of her pink bottom and looked down at her asshole.
“Oh! Please!” she begged. Her pussy squeezed and my cum dripped down onto her thighs. She couldn’t hide how much she enjoyed this.
She struggled and I waited, but she eventually gave in and lifted her bottom for me. I spread her cheeks even wider and fantasized about how tight that very reluctant little hole would feel around my cock one day.
I was a patient man though. I’d wait for the right time for that.
I released her ass and lifted her off the couch. I sat down and deposited her in my lap. She nuzzled against me as I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. Her body molded to mine for a long while.
I’d never tire of holding her like this.
“I really liked the lingerie you picked out,” I murmured, kissing the side of her head softly.
“It really did make me blush to wear it,” she replied and even though I couldn’t see her face, I knew it was flushed with shame.
I liked that very much.
“That was the part I enjoyed the most,” I whispered.
We sat that way for a while longer. When she started to squirm, I cleared my throat.