She’s a sight for sore eyes.
I came so hard inside her that the world went temporarily black, but either I’m fully recovered or seeing things, because the sight of Maddy, aka my newest chattel, lying on my bed, her beautiful face still flushed from her orgasm, her legs up in invitation and those perfect, dusky nipples on full display, has me questioning my grip on reality.
I sweep a proprietary gaze over her body. She is mine tonight, after all. I want her fully aware of the hunger I feel for her. Of the control I have over her. I want her quaking with nerves while her pretty and oh-so-fucking-tight little pussy clenches with need for more of my cock.
My head spins with possibilities.
I could tie her up and fuck her like this, while she’s all loose and floppy and glassy-eyed.
I could flip her onto her front and eat her out from behind, my nose pressing at that forbidden place while I lick her cunt.
I could order her to let those legs fall open and play with her rosy little clit while I watch.
I could have a well-deserved rest and stretch out on the bed, bidding her to climb on and straddle my face before riding my cock.
Really, I just want to play with her. Amuse myself with her body. Gorge on the intoxicatingly musky nectar between her legs. Toy with her as I test her responsiveness, which, so far, seems pretty fucking amazing.
I sit on the bed and reach between her legs, dipping a couple of lazy fingers inside her. She’s still swollen. Still sensitive. Still soaking. She sucks in a breath as my fingers probe her.
‘I like my newest possession,’ I tell her.
Her eyes widen. ‘Thank you, sir.’
‘Especially this.’ My fingers stretch her tight walls, and she bites down on her bottom lip, not taking her eyes off me.
My gaze flicks down her body. ‘Your nipples are getting hard again,’ I observe idly. They’re not the only thing hardening again.
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Touch them for me.’
She does, bringing her hands up so she can roll them and pinch them and pluck them with her slim fingers, and I swear the walls around my own fingers grow even wetter. I drag them out and push them back in, hard. She must be sore after that fucking I just gave her, but the eager way she pushes against my hand suggests otherwise.
Shooting my load inside her was otherworldly, but this is highly gratifying. Pumping my fingers in and out of her slowly, I take my thumb and touch it lightly to her clit. She almost shoots off the bed.
I smile and remove my thumb.
She opens her mouth in silent reproach and doubles down on her tits, her fingers working those sweet, impossibly hard nipples.
I stroke her with my thumb once again, one brief brush, and her eyes roll back in her head.
‘Like that?’ I ask neutrally.
‘Yes, sir—yes,’ she gasps.
I sink my fingers deeper into her wetness. Holy fuck, me too, sweetheart.
Me too.
‘You can come on two conditions,’ I tell her, admiring the growing glassiness in her eyes, the wetness surrounding my fingers and the contractions in that flat stomach of hers as she tries to hold it together. ‘You keep your eyes on me, and you beg me.’
She nods, so beautifully eager. Her glorious eyes attempt to focus on me.
Good.
I want my ravishing little plaything looking right at me as she comes apart under my fingers.
‘Please, sir.’ She swallows. ‘Please put your thumb on my clit again.’
I raise an eyebrow. She can do better than that.
‘I need it,’ she says. ‘I’m so turned on still from having your enormous cock inside me, and my pussy needs more, and your thumb is rough, and it’s so perfect how it drags over my clit.’
Okay, she’s pretty good at this. She makes her eyes impossibly wider and wets her lips. I swear her tits heave in her hands.
‘I’m doing the best I can,’ she says. ‘My nipples are so hard and achy, and my pussy is so happy to have your big fingers pushing inside it, but I’m so aroused that you’re my master, and I want to show you how turned on I am from being able to serve y—’
She wins. Jesus fucking Christ, I’m totally outclassed here. Her simpering little porno act has my cock pointing straight up and painfully hard in seconds. I should have known she could beat me at this game any day of the week.
I glare at her before pushing down on her clit and rubbing it with my thumb as roughly as I fucking can. It’s so soft and wet and swollen under my thumb pad. I finger-fuck her, and I watch with awe and delight as her face contorts. She frowns, her jaw working, her little pink tongue darting out to lick her lips continuously as her body spirals higher and higher.
Look who’s in the driving seat now, I observe smugly.
The moment she goes past the point of no return is etched all over her gorgeous face. Her whimpers grow louder, her eyes roll back in her head and she arches her back, thrusting her tits into her hands as she grinds down against my fingers and thumb.
‘Eyes on me,’ I remind her sternly.
She jolts and looks at me, unseeing, as she cries out and comes apart all over my fingers, and it is fucking beautiful to behold. I barely give her time to come down from her orgasm before I’m flipping her over and hauling her off the bed with an arm under her stomach as she finds her footing.
‘Bend,’ I say. ‘Hold on.’ I grab a condom from a bowl on the bedside table and tear the packet open with my teeth before unrolling it over my throbbing dick. And then I’m positioning myself at her entrance and thrusting in, far harder than I did the first time, but she’s so wet, so well prepped, she can take it. She gasps at the intrusion, and I can still feel the faintest flutters of her orgasm around my cock.
I set a pace. This climax needs to be hard and fast, just like hers was. I admire the sight of her bent over the bed for me. Her slim waist is perfectly indented, the discs of her spine a delicate pathway I’d like to trail kisses along next time I get a chance. Her gorgeous hair falls over her face and hangs in a glorious mess on the bed.
But best of all is the sight of my hard, angry dick disappearing between the globes of her bottom, the skin on her cheeks still enticingly rosy from my spanking.
She’s beautiful. Beautiful. And, it would seem, insatiable. She’s taken everything I’ve given her tonight.
I don’t last long, because who could in this position, with this woman? She doesn’t come again, but she does moan and claw gratifyingly at the sheets as I pound my need into her over and over. My hands move hungrily over her hips, her bottom, the dip of her waist as my balls draw up higher and tighter and the heat builds at the base of my spine.
And then it’s hurtling through my cock, and the friction I feel every time I drive home inside her builds and builds until I’m coming and coming, hot, angry spurts that fill the condom and have her pushing back against me as I unspool into blissful nothingness.
She stays bent over as I withdraw and dispose of the condom in the bin by the bed. Her arms are folded over her head. I gently tug her upright and pull her back into me, resting her temple against my cheek as she lets her head flop back on my shoulder. I band one arm around her stomach, enjoying how easily she fits my grasp, while the other one smooths over her breasts, brushing her still-pebbled nipples before travelling down, down to the soft skin of her hips.
‘I think you’ve earned your freedom with that little performance,’ I murmur in her ear.
She groans dramatically. ‘Now that is the most disappointing news ever.’
