Dopamine Rush
Vera
Isprawled across the silky bed, the cool fabric teasing my overheated skin. Alistair’s fingers slid between my thighs, breaching the slick wetness of my sex with a slow, deliberate thrust.
A breathy moan escaped me. “Again?” I whispered, my voice a half-laugh, half-plea. “You can’t get enough of me, can you?”
His mouth curved into a wicked smile as he withdrew, dragging the glistening tips along my sensitive skin.
“You have no idea,” he murmured, hands gliding up to grip my waist, tracing the curves he already owned.
“You’re like a drug,” I confessed, smiling blissfully.
“You have a perfect ass.” He massaged my buttocks, then surprised my right ass cheek with a playful spanking.
“Talk dirty to me,” I commanded.
Alistair stopped for a moment, his lips curled up into a devious grin, and his eyes gleamed with dangerous arousal. “You’re a good baby girl, aren’t you?”
“And you’re a naughty boy.”
“Bad boys like to fuck pussy,” he teased, penetrating me with two fingers. “Your body belongs to me tonight.”
“Oh, Mister Scott.” I sighed, rocking my pelvis while his fingers dipped in and out of me.
His hand slipped lower, and I gasped as one finger teased the tight entrance of my ass.
"Alistair," I mewled, the shock of it rippling through me, sharp and sinful.
“I know you love it, baby,” he drawled, spanking my buttocks hard.
“Oh, it feels so fucking good,” I whimpered, glancing up at the mirror on the ceiling. I saw an angelic man with light-brown curls, an eagle tattoo, and a large scar on his left shoulder blade. His muscles moved as he continued his magic on my body.
“Sit up,” Alistair ordered, delivering another sharp smack to my ass. “Come on, be a good girl. Let me see those tits.”
I repositioned myself, leaning forward to give him full access to my breasts. He moaned, pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“What’s this? A naughty nipple?” Alistair asked, then latched on to my left breast. I gasped as he sucked and flicked the sensitive nipple voraciously with his expert tongue.
His fingers roamed around my landing strip, rubbing the short hairs in sensual stimulation. Inserting two nimble fingers between my vaginal lips, he explored deeper in my inner walls and murmured, “I’ve got you. Play with me, baby.”
I grabbed his semi-hard length. “Oh, Daddy, you’re so bad.”
“Good girl, that’s it. You’re my good little one,” he coaxed as I worked on his shaft.
After a few minutes, my nipples ached from the roughness of our dirty foreplay, and I was ready for the real deal. Alistair’s hard cock needed a good fuck. “Are you ready for fun on the bondage horse, Mister Scott?” I asked, glancing at the black vinyl bench that faced a full-length mirror.
He sat up, glanced at the bench, and tilted his head. “Stand up, mount yourself on that horse, and get ready for the wildest ride of your life,” he commanded, grabbing the condom.
I mounted the horse, leaning my body over the vinyl fabric, while Alistair stood up and took the rope from the table.
“I’ve got you now, sweetheart,” he said, binding my hands with the rope. He looped the rope through the steel rings at the front of the apparatus, securing it, then stood behind me. My ass and pussy were fully exposed for Alistair’s eyes only.
“Ah, what a pretty little hole,” he mused, tracing my anal region with one finger, which triggered a tingling sensation in my body. “Look at the mirror,” he demanded, staring at the glass mirror in front of the vinyl horse.
I obeyed on command and watched the man in the mirror as his finger penetrated my asshole. He removed the finger, bent his head, and gave my hole a lick. “Oh, that feels so fucking amazing,” I pushed my ass deeper into his face.
I closed my eyes and let the sensations take over my body while Alistair worked his tongue from my anal hole to my exposed genitalia, lapping up the tight nub of flesh. “Oh, I love what you’re doing to me right now,” I moaned, feeling vulnerable and horny.
“Are you ready for me, you dirty girl?”
“I’m more than ready. Fill me,” I pleaded.
“Good, because I need to fuck you now,” Alistair growled.
He tore off the condom packet, placed the rubber on his tip, and rolled it down his length.
He drew his body closer, bent his knees slightly, and positioned his throbbing erection at my entrance.
I felt the thick tip nudging my tight hole, threatening to stretch me wide as it pushed through.
“I’ve got you,” he reassured me, pushing further and placing both hands on my hips. With one quick, deep thrust, he made a home run.
I let him in.
My inner muscles tensed with excitement. Alistair’s cock was inside me.
“That’s it, babe. This is what I want.” I gasped at the feel-good sensation of his warm, meaty thickness. His balls slapped into me each time he thrust, moving in and out in rhythmic motion.
“You like this, huh? Your cunt is so fucking tight.” He steadied his pace with his bare hips as he watched us fuck in the mirror. “You won’t walk straight when I’m finished with you.”
Staring at the mirror, I saw light beads of sweat coating Alistair’s broad, naked shoulders. His lean, muscular arms held my hips as he continued thrusting at a steady pace. His eyes captured mine and creased into a playful smile while our breaths matched the rhythm of our lovemaking.
“You know what you are? You’re a bad girl in need of some good cock,” he growled. His hard hand smacked my left butt cheek, then gripped it, molding my flesh with expertise.
“Oh, Alistair. Spank me, Angel Eyes,” I moaned, begging for more of his discipline.
I began to regret my plea for pain when his meat temporarily slipped out of me. His manly scent invaded my nostrils as he leaned over and grabbed the flogger. My regret vanished when I felt the stinging effect of the whipping on my smooth, round ass cheeks.
“How’s this?” Alistair asked as he gave me a good lashing. He revealed his white teeth, and his eyes gave away a dangerous sparkle. My lover looked deliciously sinful in the mirror.
“Harder,” I begged, feeling the repeated stings of the flogger’s leather falls on my ass cheeks.
Whack.
The flogger met my ass again with greater impact, inflaming pleasured pain.
After a while, Alistair dropped the flogger, shoving his erection back inside me.
Bound tight, all I could feel was the rough rope biting into my skin, and my hands were helpless.
Not being able to touch him made everything sharper, every thrust and ache amplified, turning my restraint into a feverish, desperate need.
“I need a good fucking tonight,” he said, rocking his hips back and forth.
He continued his vigorous thrusts into my core.
He grunted and pushed further into me as my inner walls clenched and sheathed his penis.
The heat of him took my arousal to another level.
Feeling the euphoria, I rejoiced in having Alistair Scott inside me.
“Mister Scott. Oh, I’m coming.” My voice pitched higher as my senses heightened. “Go harder,” I ordered. With every movement of my body bucking against his pubic bone, I allowed more of him to ram harder and faster, thrusting deeper.
“Is this what you want? Do you want me?” he demanded, grabbing my hair.
“Oh fuck, yeah. I want your cock. I’m coming,” I screamed as tears trickled down my cheeks. My vaginal muscles clenched around him, milking every last pulse as he groaned, spilling into the condom with a shuddering release.
Slowly, he loosened his grip, unbinding our bodies.
“I’m spent,” he rasped, catching his breath.
He slid out, stripped off the condom, then leaned over to unfasten the rope from the vinyl horse and untie my wrists, his touch gentle now that the storm had passed.
“You are my dopamine rush,” he whispered into my ear.
I moved off the horse and turned to him. “And you are becoming my addiction.”
“You’re one in a million.” Alistair grinned, giving my wet nub a light tickle.