“Is this good, Cal?” she asks meekly, trying to play innocent.
I’ll give her this – she ain’t a beginner at this sort of thing. She knows what to do with her hands as she begins alternating back and forth from the left and the right in a steady rhythm. My cock is responding by pulsating around her pumps. The motion grows faster and faster, and even I need to stagger out of her grip so I can rest my back against the cold plaster wall of my bedroom.
She laughs as she follows me to where I've moved. That’s enough. This girl has had too much fun. As she stands, thinking that I’m done with her, I push her back down. Hard. She nearly flies to the floor with a thud, but she catches herself with her hands. I wrap and twist her long, black hair around my hand and order her head to look at me. With a growl, I say, “You fucking laughing at me? Who the fuck do you think you are?”
She doesn’t answer. She’s a good little servant. She wants this. She wants to get punished by the second in command. This is like biker club heaven for a low ranked pass on like her.
I add, “Now, you’re gonna take my cock in your mouth and suck it like the slut you are. You got it?”
I don’t let her say a word. I push her head towards my bulging, hard cock and let her suck me in. Her mouth is dry at first, but I can feel it become moist and soft with each of my thrusts into her. She gags and coughs as I go deeper but then steadies herself. She gets into it, rocking in and out towards me without me having to do the work. Her hands grip onto my thigh as she lets out a long moan. I pull tighter on her hair. I don’t need to hear her to get off.
Her mouth takes me in as I push and she pulls. I can feel her tongue brush up against me with each motion. She’s getting to the bottom of my shaft now as I watch in satisfaction as she follows my lead. I hear her let out another moan and I push even harder to her, not caring if she's ready for it or not. She takes it over and over again until I’m through with her.
I push her off of me, sending her backwards towards the ground. I don’t give her a chance to move on her own. Instead, I wrap my arm around her waist and stand her back on her feet and place her stomach and chest on my old oak dresser. I hear it creak against her waist, but it holds steady as I find her wet folds in the darkness, driving a finger deep into her. She lets out a yell and I react instantly. I place my hand around her mouth and then enter her. I can feel the deep, moist breaths of her cries against my hand.
I ease into her, wanting a taste. She’s soft and smooth. I can tell why the guys like her. She’s still just tight enough to have some traction, the good kind, the kind that puts the right friction against the flesh. I move faster, wanting to feel her folds tighten around me. I push hard, so hard the dresser almost tumbles to the ground with her on it, but I catch it with my free hand, the other still covering her mouth.
I place the dresser back into place and then take a deep breath in. I don’t need to drag this out. I want to get off, and I want to get off in this girl. I go fast, pushing into her like I'm riding my bike – fast, furious, and without limits. She’s screaming more and more now as I pump my cock into her tight little hole, and I can’t hold her yells back with just my hand. Instead, my hand moves towards her neck, slightly choking her.
She lets out another yell, and I’ve had enough. I pull her to standing so that my cock is still inside her. I grab a bandana from the top of my dresser and stuff it in her mouth as I place my hands on her hips and pull her up and down on my cock.
I’m in control, total control. That is until my body tightens and my skin pricks. A warm feeling overtakes me and I let go of her. She falls back towards the dresser, exhausted. I pump in and out as I release myself into her, emptying every last bit of me into her stretched out vag. I can feel our juices rolling down hers and my leg.
She removes the bandana from her mouth, spitting it out. After clearing her throat, she turns herself towards me, flipping herself back to face me, “God, that was amazing. I had to have cum at least twice. I love a rough guy.” She stands straight up and places her hand around my neck.
I push her away, and grab my phone from under her. My eyes bulge as I look at the time. “Fuck! Get your clothes. It’s time for you to go.”
She protests as I throw her a blue blouse she discarded earlier. “Come on, Cal… let’s do thi—”