Chapter 6 Elena #2
I nod rapidly, still trembling on the table.
“You want to be untied first?”
I shake my head no.
He grips the reins wrapped around my hands and pulls me upright until our chests are pressed together, stares into my eyes so hard I can’t speak. “I’m going to readjust them, so your hands are bound in back instead of front.”
He brushes his nose against mine, then winks, unties the reins, then reties them with my hands behind me.
Once he’s finished, he looks at me with that cocky grin of his.
“I bet the boys you’ve been with before fucked you sweetly, didn’t they? Gazing into your eyes like lovesick idiots while boring the shit out of you with missionary?”
Is he a mind-reader now? I swallow and nod.
His grin is self-assuredly wicked. “They were intimidated by how insanely beautiful you are. They didn’t take the time to learn what you needed. You want to be fucked like a whore, don’t you?”
Now, normally, I would not condone this type of derogatory slut-shaming language. But in this moment, I kind of love it.
“I want you to fuck me like you paid for it,” I say evenly, surprised my ability to speak has returned.
His grin widens. “Baby, I’m going to fuck you like you paid for it.”
He turns me quickly, moving behind me and bending me roughly over the bed. He leans over and says into my ear, “I bet you’re a very good girl. I’ve tasted you and I know you’re sweet. But this,” he pauses, runs his condom-covered cock along my wet center, “is a needy, greedy, bad girl pussy.”
With that, he shoves himself inside of me. Slams in to the hilt and holds his cock against my G-spot until I whimper.
He pulls completely out, making me cry out in protest, then slams inside again.
He alternates between gripping my bound hands and my hair, using my body as leverage to take his pleasure how he wants.
The sounds of rough, messy sex fill the room around us.
I moan and writhe as he fucks me, punishing, unyielding until I’m coming. And coming.
I have two consecutive orgasms, and only then does he slow his pace. He enters me slowly, pressing deep but not as deep as before then slides back and forth more gently while I come down from my explosive release.
I still whimper when he pulls out.
“That’s a good girl,” he soothes in my ear, brushing my hair gently back from my face.
He stands me up and turns me to face him. I can’t look him in the eyes for reasons I can’t explain, even to myself.
“Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart.” He tips my chin upward. “You need a break?”
My head says yes but my body says fuck that. He hasn’t come yet and I’ve come three times tonight.
I’m starting to understand where that cocky cowboy swagger comes from. And why the bartender said women always come back looking for him.
I shake my head no.
“No break then. Tell me what you need.” He disposes of the condom even though it’s empty and uses his shirt to wipe the lubricant off. Him not coming yet is bothering me more than it should. I’ve never had a guy out-orgasm me and it’s messing with me.
“I need your cum,” I tell him honestly.
The surprise is evident in his expression. “It’s yours, baby. Where do you want it?”
Filling my pussy, drenching my tongue, dripping down my face.
I bite my lower lip to hold my filthy desires inside. But he sees them.
Sees me.
“That’s my dirty girl,” he says with a grin. “Let me rephrase that. Where do you want to take it first?”
“My mouth,” I answer because I’m dying to taste him. And because I want to drive him mad the way he’s driving me slowly insane.
I start to lower to my knees, but he grips the reins, holds me upright, and unties them.
We aren’t supposed to switch until he comes but I’m not going to argue. I doubt it’s been a half hour.
But it feels good to have my hands free to touch him.
“You’ll need your hands for this one,” he tells me. Then he lowers himself to the bed and pulls me on top of him.
I start to crawl down his muscular body when he stops me. “I want to eat that sweet pussy while you suck me off,” he admits. “That okay?”
Okay? That’s fireworks on a summer night fucking glorious.
I smile. “I can work with that.”
He grins back at me, strokes his dick with a free hand while I spin around so my ass is in his face. I don’t feel the slightest bit self-conscious about it now since he tongue-fucked it like a lunatic already.
Once he has me positioned how he wants above his face, he wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls my lower body onto him. My clit is super sensitive but his tongue laps at me sweetly as if he knows to be gentle.
It feels so good it almost distracts me from what I’m doing.
His cock is standing at attention, so I wrap a hand around it and lick the tip, swirling my tongue like he enjoyed before.
When I take him into my mouth, he plunges his tongue into my pussy again.
The duality of what we’re doing, me swallowing him down, him thrusting his tongue inside me, is so hot I could come again.
But I want to please him, to unravel him the way he did me so many times already.
So, I focus on the massive cock in my mouth and alternate stroking and sucking, deep throating him as much as I can while his mouth assaults every part of me it can reach.
“Close,” he grunts out, so I tighten my grip, stroking his length once more, then take him deep into my throat.
His entire body jerks below me and I know he’s nearly there.
But he’s eating me so aggressively, I’m losing the battle for control. The friction of his face stubble on my thighs, his hands gripping and spreading my ass, and Heaven help me, that tongue of his lashing my clit then plunging inside me, I can’t take it, I’m close too.
I try to speak but he does it for me.
“Condom, in wallet, side table,” he grits out while pistoning his hips so he’s fucking himself upward into my mouth. “Grab it and put it on me, then get up here and ride this dick. I want to feel that pussy come on my cock.”
I reach over and grab the condom from his wallet, rip it open roughly, and slide the latex down his shaft. Turning around I see his handsome face, wild eyed and covered in my juices.
So fucking hot.
I climb onto him, easing my sensitive flesh down slowly. But he’s not having it. He grips my throat, and I gasp.
“Playtime is over, baby. Ride me like you rode that bull.”
I stare into his eyes and slam myself down on him. Hard. Over and over, rolling my hips against him like I did on the bull.
“Look how well that greedy pussy takes my cock, spitfire.”
I can’t look down because of the hand in an iron grip around my throat but it’s so hot I don’t care.
My pussy milks him, clenching and pulling until he’s exploding inside me. The force is so intense, I feel it through the condom, and it triggers my own orgasm.
The rolling of my hips slows as we come down together.
“Damn,” he says gently. “That was . . . fuck. Sorry, I know you wanted me to come in your mouth. I still can. Just give me a few minutes.”
“No apologizing, remember?” I lean forward and kiss him chastely on the lips. Then I practically collapse on him, so I have to lean back to look at his face. “Seriously? You can go again in a few minutes?”
We’re both covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
He half shrugs. “Yeah. Maybe sooner if you keep shoving those gorgeous tits in my face.”
I let out a soft laugh but he’s serious.
“They’re fake. My lashes are fake. My lips are fake.” These tits are most definitely fake. “I used to be as flat-chested as a twelve-year-old boy.”
Maybe half a dozen orgasms is like truth serum.
I don’t tell people what procedures I’ve had because the trolls online are always looking for a reason to tear women apart.
I’ve also never had this many orgasms all at once before so I don’t know what the side effects might be.
Possibly blindness from the way my vision is blurring.
“Nothing about you is fake, baby. If enhancements make you feel good, then get them. Enjoy them. I sure as hell did.”
They do make me feel good. Sexy. Feminine. Desirable.
But sometimes I feel like I’m not really myself anymore. Occupational hazard of acting like other people for a living. But I wanted this. Wanted to act and be seen and this was what it took. And honestly, I’ve grown attached to this version of myself. Even the fake, or enhanced, parts.
His words make me smile.
“I’m glad.”
He brushes his nose against mine. “You love them. Admit it. You were squeezing them without even realizing it just now when you were coming.”
“I was?”
He nods. “Pretty hard actually. That image will haunt my dreams forever. So fucking hot.”
Funny, I was just thinking those same words about him.
“Maybe I do love them.”
He winks. “Makes two of us.”
I’m sprawled across him and I know there’s a mess to clean up but the traveling and the late hour and the vigorous sex are all catching up with me.
“I should shower again,” I say, not meaning a word of it because my bones have turned to Jell-O.
He rubs my back gently and my eyes close. “Rest for a bit, spitfire. You can shower in the morning.”