I wished I hadn’t. I was imagining what he could’ve done with that belt. How I loved just being taken, being made to let him fuck me, being tied up or tied down. And sometimes I loved being made to hurt.
He rammed in again, and I screeched as I was pushed up the stone an inch—naked skin versus rock. Luckily, it was smooth.
“Tell my if that’s scraping you badly.” He paused, and I could hear the amusement in his next words. “Safeword if your tits are getting scratched past bearing.”
I shut my eyes. He was in so deep, and my cunt felt awesomely full. “No.” I gasped in a few breaths, clinging to the stone for dear life. If he fucked me hard enough, I could become one with the stone.I wish.
He’d saidsafeword.
“Wait. No. No safeword. Thank you, sir,” I said it hastily, half oblivious, still in love with that fat girthy cock of his and the press and grind of his body onto mine.
I was squashed between a rock and a hard man, and it was glorious.
He laughed and began to fuck me thoroughly.No coming, ran through my head as he pistoned in and out. My body was his and being lusted after, being made to be his…fucking glorious.
When he came and filled me, he stayed inside breathing rough to my ear, before he withdrew. I slid to my knees then placed my hands on the concrete and stayed there, reveling in the dribble of come and the unexpected smack of his hand on my ass.
He undid the belt and took it away.
I heard him kneel. He took hold of both cheeks of my ass and delivered one large, prolonged bite that made me stiffen, and my breath was not mine to take. I simply could not inhale due to the pain from his teeth, not until he released me.
“Owie.” I reached back, to gingerly touch the spot and feel the dents in my butt.
“That says mine too.”
The smug bastard.
He helped me up. My clit and core ached so badly that the throb seemed to run through half my body. That need was on the verge of being painful. After he unknotted my dress and carefully adjusted it to fall down my body, I cuddled into his side for a while, a long heartwarming cuddle. He seemed happy to just be here with me too.
I leaned away from him and looked up. “I’m too messy to just walk downstairs.”
“My come?”
“Yes.” I scowled at his smirk. “What else would it be.”
He went to his knees before me and lifted the dress. “I could lick it off.”
I grabbed his short hair and tried to make him. The new moon reflected on his fairness and for a moment he reminded me of a chivalric knight on his knees before his maiden.
I figured a true knight should do oral on his maiden.
He resisted. “Uh-uh. I might make you come if I do that.” Grinning at my indignant noises, he stripped off his shirt, gave my thigh a kiss then began to wipe me down.
I shifted my feet apart and he brusquely wiped between my legs then down my thighs. It wasn’t what I needed, but I fantasized for a few seconds.
“There. Let’s go, princess.”
Hand in hand, fingers entwined, as if we were normal people, high on the wonder of new love, we headed toward the stairs.
“I’m…still leaking,” I whispered when we reached the glass door leading in.
“Doesn’t matter. Isn’t far to the room. Just let me hold your hand when you go down the metal stairs.”
“Why?” I asked, poised to place my foot on the first step.
“The come might make you slide off, if it drips on a step.” The glee in his voice almost…almost made me punch his arm.
I didn’t. I was too needy, and maybe if I was well behaved, I could hold him down and sit on his face in the bed. Not likely, but he might take pity on me. And then, maybe he’d spank me. Beforehand would be better. I could wish.