I do as he says, getting on my knees. It’s such a fucking turn-on when he’s bossy. This whole scenario is like a porno waiting to happen.
“Turn around,” he says, turning off the shower. “Face the other way.”
“I’d rather look at you,” I tell him. “Have you seen you?”
A slight smirk tugs at his lips. “Do as I say.”
I glare at him. “Can’t we both win?”
“Aye. You’ll win. Now turn around.” He storms toward me, his dick bobbing with each stride, menace in his eyes.
I obey but only because I know it will pay off.
I wait, ass in the air, the top half of me still clothed, balancing precariously on the bench.
I hear him come up behind me, feel his presence. His shadows looms over me and I instinctively grip the edges.
Seconds pass and I’m dying from the anticipation. I feel like I’m blindfolded, every part of me on alert and waiting for what sinful thing is going to come.
I open my mouth to beg when suddenly –
CRACK
– his large, strong, wet hand spanks my ass with so much force I nearly fall off the bench.
I yelp, loudly.
It stings.
Oh god, it stings and my eyes are watering.
But then the pain starts to fade as quickly as it came on and I’m breathing hard, chest heaving, waiting for more.
“Did you like that?” he asks, voice so gruff and low, it relays every single dirty thought he has in his head.
I catch my breath. “Yes.”
CRACK.
He spanks me again, the other cheek.
My back arches and I cry out. “Fuck!” My head feels hot, like it’s going to burst and my ass is tingling from the strikes, but I’ve never felt more dirty, more sexed up in all my life. This doesn’t feel like playing, this feels excitingly real.
He places his hand on my hip and flinch from his touch, expecting more. He holds onto me, then I feel the head of his cock slide over my sensitive, raw skin where he spanked me, still damp from the shower.
If he’s trying to soothe me with his penis though, it’s not working. This just riles me up. I want him deep, deep inside until I can’t see straight.
I tell him so and it brings out a thick grunt from his throat.
He steps back from me and smacks my ass again, harder than before.
“Holy shit!” I scream but then before I can even process the pain, his tongue is on my ass, licking over every welt, with soft, smooth strokes. He moans into me and I’m so fucking gone. The push pull of pain and pleasure is making it hard to control myself and I jerk my hips up and back, wanting him in.
He gets the right idea.
He grips my waist with both his hands, nearly reaching all the way around, that’s how large he is compared to me.
I’m so damn wet that all he has to do is inch forward and he slips inside.
It feels.
Too.
Fucking.
Good.
The angle is everything. He pushes himself in to the hilt and I feel myself expand around his thickness, his cock dragging over every wild nerve inside me.
A long, aching groan pours out of my mouth.
“You like that too, aye,” he growls. “Your greedy little noises and your greedy little cunt.”
I gasp, gripping the edges of the bench harder but my hands are so sweaty that I can barely hang on. If he lets go of my waist, I will go flying because my limbs are loose and I’m so full from him inside me, stretched like silk, that nothing else matters to me now except coming fast and coming hard.
He slams into me, his hips circling quickly, hitting the right spot every time and the feeling in my core grows and builds and tightens until I feel like I might pass out. Our skin slaps loudly against each other, a frenzied soundtrack to our animalistic fucking.
With one smooth movement he pulls my hips up higher, angling himself down in a long, powerful thrust and he’s hitting my G-spot with the perfect hot grind.
All the tension snaps, a wire pulled too taught.