“Spread those legs, you little nymph,” he demanded.
She complied, allowing him greater movement of his hips. He took from her with no thought to her needs or desires. And she grunted from the force of it—his body stretching her, bending her, almost breaking her.
“Harder,” she gasped.
He obliged her, working hard until he felt the beads of sweat break out along his hairline. He pulled out suddenly and turned her over, pulling her neatly to her hands and knees.
“There. You can put your face in that chair,” he ordered.
She should feel offended—the way he spoke to her—but she wasn’t. She wanted him to take control of her, so she crawled over to the club chair and bent over, resting her upper body on the seat. She yelped at the feel of his fingers probing her from behind. And then it was no longer his fingers but his mouth instead. He’d never done that, and she tensed, unsure if she liked the intimacy of his face in her backside.
“You taste like salted honey,” he said.
Her face burned embarrassment, and she buried her head in the seat cushion.
He sat up on his knees and studied her bottom.
“You make me fantasize about the dirtiest things,” he said. He ran his hands all over her hips and ass. “Would it bother you if I did this?”
“Did what?” she asked, tensing involuntarily.
He touched her between her legs, then ran his middle finger slowly up her backside, stopping directly on her anus.
“Oh my God!” Cadence squealed. He immediately moved his finger.
“Too much?”
“Oh my God, Mark!” was all she could say. And then the memory flashed in her brain. The night he took her to the club and what he said before they left his apartment: “I’m in love with your ass, Cadence. You don’t even know the things I wanna do to it.”
“You wanna fuck my ass!” she screamed into the cushion.
No reply.
“MARK!”
She felt his chest press hard on her back and his lips next to her ear.
“I won’t do your ass if you don’t want me to,” he whispered. “But maybe I can play with it a little?”
“That’s what people in porns do,” she said desperately.
He chuckled. “I never want you any other way. If by some chance I ever get to do your ass, you’ll still be just as virginal and pure afterwards as the day I met you.”
She relaxed her body.
“How do you do it?” he went on. “You make me wanna use you like a little sex slave and then get on my knees and worship you. I think I’d crawl around behind you if you wanted me to.”
“You don’t make any sense,” Cadence breathed.
“That’s what you do to me,” he replied. He nestled his hand in her backside once more and rubbed her gently.
“You’re one of those crazy sex freaks, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Oh, Cadence, darling. You don’t know the half of it,” he replied.
She could actually feel the lust illuminated in his words. It lit up the living room. She was convinced he knelt behind her glowing. If he put himself inside her again, they’d both pulse brightness for a few seconds before the inevitable explosion.
“Mark . . .”
He plunged deep, and she screamed into the chair cushion. He grabbed her hips, kneaded her ass, pulled her hair. He pumped her hard with purpose. He was getting off, and he was going to explode inside her.
“I love your *,” he breathed, stroking her relentlessly.
She clutched the cushion as his thrusts pushed her forward, forward, forward. She was afraid her head would go through the back of the seat!
“Mark!” she cried, feeling an impossible second orgasm building.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded.
She didn’t think twice. She put her hand between her legs and rubbed herself, encouraging another orgasm that was seconds from detonating. Her body never shook so violently. It was all-consuming, and she buried her face in the cushion, muffling and mingling her cries with his as they both came hard for one another.
They’d never experienced timed orgasms. They came close on a few occasions, but someone always managed to go first, unable to hold out for the other. She thought this was something special, and she regretted not being able to see his face when they both toppled over the edge.
He collapsed on top of her, breathing on her cheek. She concentrated on the feel of his sweat-slicked body, the union that had not been broken below. She tensed her muscles around him, and he flinched.
“Cadence . . .”
“What?” she asked, stifling a giggle.
“Please don’t do that. I’m sensitive.”
“Mmhmm. So was I, and look what you did to me.”
“What I did to you? I just gave you another stellar orgasm. That’s what I did!”
“Yeah, but it bordered painful,” she replied.
“Oh, you like it rough,” he said dismissively.
He started to pull out of her, and she clenched her muscles again.
“Cadence!”
She burst out laughing.
“Payback, baby. Only fair.”
“I’ll just stay in you all night if you don’t quit,” he said.
She sighed. “I wouldn’t mind.”