Chapter 13 #3
She waits.
Like I’ve taught her to.
It’s torture for me, but I tease her anyway. Holding her hips and leaving only the head of my cock inside her. I move my hips, swirling just around the tight entrance of that sweet cunt. I watch as her brow narrows in frustration. She wants to sit on me, but I hold her up.
“You want to sit on my big cock, baby girl?”
“Yes.”
“You want to ride me? With my plug in your ass? Wearing the stripes of my strap across your bottom?”
She whimpers. “Yes.”
I press the head into her a bit further. I’m rewarded by a pulse of her pussy. A gush of her sweet cunny juices runs down my cock.
I can’t take it anymore. I must have all of her tight pussy around my throbbing rod.
Now.
Guiding her hips, I shove her down onto my cock in one hard, punishing movement. Her skin slaps against mine as she’s thrust onto my lap. She’s filled with my plug and my cock and I’m stretching her to her max.
She cries my name out in pain—the darkest form of pleasure.
Her head leans against mine. Her soft hair brushes my cheek as she catches her breath. I feel her begin to move slowly, adjusting to the new sensation in her ass. She’s taking all of me, moving faster.
My hands still hold her hips, but I’m not guiding her.
I leave my baby girl to do what she does best.
Without warning, she’s grinding my dick. Riding me hard. Fucking the ever-loving life out of me.
My hands leave her hips, grabbing at the hem of her black tank. I push it up over her bare breasts. They bounce as she rides, her pink nipples peaked and pretty. I take one in my mouth, sucking and biting until she gasps. I grab her breasts in my hands, cupping them and fondling them.
It makes her ride all the harder. Her cunt grinds against me, then rises up and plunges down my shaft.
I say, “How’s your poor ass?” giving it a slap.
She cries out. Gets wetter. Goes up and down again. It feels so fucking good to have her cunt wrapped around me.
I grab her ponytail and pull her head back like she likes. My mouth goes to her nipple and I suck and bite again until she’s whimpering. I tug her hair harder and her pussy clenches around me.
She’s going to come.
She freezes, her body becoming one tense muscle. Then she’s whimpering and coming and her entire body trembles. She’s shuddering, crying out my name.
Carter!
She gives one final shake of her shoulders. She falls against me, spent.
But I’m still. Not. Done.
I press my hands into her hips.
She’s saying, no, I can’t take it, Carter. I can’t take anymore, but I know she can. I bring her up, then down, up, then down. The muscles of her sheath clench around me, once more. Her fingernails are scratching my back. A few more thrusts and she’s gushing.
“Oh, give it to me, Carter!” she cries.
Nothing gives me more pleasure than making her scream my name.
Now I thrust my hips up, at the same time, I pull her down onto me.
I do this again and again. She’s moaning and screaming.
Her breaths are short and come fast, one after the other.
She’s glistening with sweat, she’s calling my name.
Her cunt clenches tighter around my cock.
She’s already so close to coming again—it never takes her long after a punishment.
I think of the way her ass looked over my lap, her black thong up in her crack.
The weight of her against my thighs. The jiggle of her spanked ass.
The way she cries, yes, sir. The moan she gave when the bullet entered her.
The way she says my name.
Her pussy grinds against me. I feel a flash of heat, sweat. My mind leaves my memories and goes blank. I’m nothing but the sensation of being inside of her.
But I’m not ready to come. Not yet.
My hands find her hair and I give her ponytail one last good hard tug.
“Carter! Oh, my God, I’m coming… again!”
Her pussy is clenching and pulsing, and her nails scratch all the way up my back as she calls my name. She falls against me. I’m holding her, my cock still rock hard inside of her. I’m rubbing her back, calling her baby.
She thinks we’re done here. That it’s time for cuddles.
Not a chance.
It’s time I take her in the ass.
I tell her so.
She sits up, her eyes wide, her lip forming the word, “No!”
“Yes.”
I grab her, sliding her up and off of my dick. I bend her over the bed. Her ass is high in the air. I tell her to spread her legs. Her cunt is wet, red, swollen. Her ass still marked with angry stripes. The silver handle of the bullet peeks out from between her cheeks.
She shoots me a glance over her shoulder, unsure.
That look. Trust mixed with vulnerability.
I almost come.
I grab my balls and squeeze.
I rub her back, shushing her. I look down at her ass. In her little puckered hole is the plug.
I slowly pull it from her ass. She moans with relief and desire. I stare at her prepared bottom. Ready for me to enter it.
My cock is rock hard and still slick from her cunny.
But I grab the lube from the bed and apply more, stroking it up and down my shaft.
My hands go to her waist. I bend my knees and press the head of my cock against her lubed entrance.
She gives the sweetest little whimper. I tell her I’ll be gentle.