Hot desire washed over her, and an urge to know once and for all what his cock tasted like.
She pulled away from the kiss slowly, and sank down to her knees onto the fluffy sheepskin rug that was spread out in front of the sofa. His huge erection was straining at the fabric of his jeans, and she ran her fingers along it, tracing the outline of it as he yanked open his belt.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned, lifting his hips and sliding his pants down.
His rigid cock jutted upward from its thatch of curly brown hair. She lightly ran her tongue around the head, wrenching a moan of pleasure from him. A gleaming white pearl of pre-cum oozed out, and she lapped it up. It was sweet and salty at the same time.
She opened her mouth and guided him in, sucking hard, and he let out a gasp of pleasure, and began moving his hips as she bobbed her head. Relaxing her throat, she let him thrust deep into her mouth, and sucked hard, at the same time squeezing at the base of his shaft with her hand.
“You’re killing me. Oh, God, your mouth feels so good,” he moaned.
He thrust in again, and she sucked at him hungrily. At the same time she reached back with her free hand and scraped at his ball sack gently with her nails. He shuddered with pleasure, his fingers tangling in her hair and guiding her head.
His breathing grew harsher and harsher, until he exploded in her mouth. Hot, salty cum flooded her mouth, and she swallowed eagerly. His fingers tightened in her hair, holding her there as he came and came, and she kept sucking, tongue swirling, until he finally released her and fell back on the couch.
“Oh my God…ohhhh....” he groaned, as she eased his cock out of her mouth.
She stood up, as he stepped out of his jeans. “If that’s how you show that you’re mad at me, I hope I can make you furious,” he said, and suddenly he scooped her up and slung her over his shoulders.
“Hey!” she cried, her hair dangling down, jolting with each step as he strode up the stairs to his bedroom. “You big caveman! What are you doing?”
“Hopefully I’m making you good and mad again,” he said.
He set her down on the bed, and stripped off the rest of his clothes as she quickly did the same.
In one swift motion, he bent her over the bed, and kicked her legs apart. She clutched at the bed sheets, her face resting on the silky comforter. He caressed her buttocks with one hand, and with his other hand stroked the wet petals of her sex, gently, teasingly.
“Mmmmm,” she whimpered, squirming where she stood. A hot gush of liquid desire flowed through her, and she lay helpless, knees turning to jello, as he stroked her again and again.
He slid his hand further forward, the pad of his thumb rubbing her clitoris, and she let out a gasp that was almost a sob. The pleasure was exquisite. A burning bank of desire swelled inside her.
“Like that, baby?” he growled, his voice husky with desire.
“Yes,” she pleaded. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
“I love your ass. It’s so soft and round and perfect.” He slapped it lightly. She yelped in pleasure, squirming in place, rubbing herself up against his hand shamelessly.
He smacked again, harder, and she couldn’t restrain her gasp.
“You like it rough, baby? I can give it to you rough.”
His hand began descending on her ass in a stinging barrage of slaps, and at the same time, he rubbed her clit harder. She’d never felt anything like it. The pain and pleasure swirling together into one intense sensation, and he kept spanking harder and harder, until a supernova exploded inside her belly.
“Ohhhhh,” she wailed helplessly, and he thrust three fingers inside her as she came.
“I can feel your muscles squeezing me, baby. Oh, that’s so good. Come for me, princess.”
And she did, her muscles spasming and squeezing him, her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She heard ripping, and crinkling, and then he’d rolled a condom onto his cock and shoved himself inside her tight, wet tunnel, and she was still coming.
“Oh, God,” he said moving inside her. “Oh, yes. That’s good. Oh, my God-”
And then he exploded too, pressing deep inside of her and clutching her hips so hard she knew there would be fingerprint bruises in the morning.
“Oh, you bad girl,” he groaned, pulling out of her. “See what you made me do? You’re so fucking hot, I came in like sixty seconds.”
“I am a bad girl,” she panted, as he trailed his fingers across the stinging skin of her butt cheeks. “You could spank me again, if you wanted to.”
Chapter Thirteen