I closed my eyes and let the sensations take over my body while Alistair worked his tongue from my anal hole to my exposed genitalia, lapping up the tight nub of flesh. “Oh, I love what you’re doing to me right now,” I moaned, feeling vulnerable and horny.
“Are you ready for me, you dirty girl?”
“I’m more than ready. Fill me,” I pleaded.
“Good, because I need to fuck you now,” Alistair growled. He tore off the condom packet, placed the rubber on his tip, and rolled it down his length. He drew his body closer, bent his knees slightly, and positioned his throbbing erection at my entrance. I felt the thick tip nudging my tight hole, threatening to stretch me wide as it pushed through.
“I’ve got you,” he reassured me, pushing further and placing both hands on my hips. With one quick, deep thrust, he made a home run.
I let him in.
My inner muscles tensed with excitement. Alistair’s cock was inside me.
“That’s it, babe. This is what I want.” I gasped at the feel-good sensation of his warm, meaty thickness. His balls slapped into me each time he thrust, moving in and out in rhythmic motion.
“You like this, huh? Your cunt is so fucking tight.” He steadied his pace with his bare hips as he watched us fuck in the mirror. “You won’t walk straight when I’m finished with you.”
Staring at the mirror, I saw light beads of sweat coating Alistair’s broad, naked shoulders. His lean, muscular arms held my hips as he continued thrusting at a steady pace. His eyes captured mine and creased into a playful smile while our breaths matched the rhythm of our lovemaking.
“You know what you are? You’re a bad girl in need of some good cock,” he growled. His hard hand smacked my left butt cheek, then gripped it, molding my flesh with expertise.
“Oh, Alistair. Spank me, Angel Eyes,” I moaned, begging for more of his discipline.
I began to regret my plea for pain when his meat temporarily slipped out of me. His manly scent invaded my nostrils as he leaned over and grabbed the flogger. My regret vanished when I felt the stinging effect of the whipping on my smooth, round ass cheeks.
“How’s this?” Alistair asked as he gave me a good lashing. He revealed his white teeth, and his eyes gave away a dangerous sparkle. My lover looked deliciously sinful in the mirror.
“Harder,” I begged, feeling the repeated stings of the flogger’s leather falls on my ass cheeks.
Whack.
The flogger met my ass again with greater impact, inflaming pleasured pain. After a while, Alistair dropped the flogger, shoving his erection back inside me. Bound tight, all I could feel was the rough rope biting into my skin, and my hands were helpless. Not being able to touch him made everything sharper, every thrust and ache amplified, turning my restraint into a feverish, desperate need.
“I need a good fucking tonight,” he said, rocking his hips back and forth. He continued his vigorous thrusts into my core. He grunted and pushed further into me as my inner walls clenched and sheathed his penis. The heat of him took my arousal to another level. Feeling the euphoria, I rejoiced in having Alistair Scott inside me.
“Mister Scott. Oh, I’m coming.” My voice pitched higher as my senses heightened. “Go harder,” I ordered. With every movement of my body bucking against his pubic bone, I allowed more of him to ram harder and faster, thrusting deeper.
“Is this what you want? Do you want me?” he demanded, grabbing my hair.
“Oh fuck, yeah. I want your cock. I’m coming,” I screamed as tears trickled down my cheeks. My vaginal muscles clenched around him, milking every last pulse as he groaned, spilling into the condom with a shuddering release.
Slowly, he loosened his grip, unbinding our bodies. “I’m spent,” he rasped, catching his breath. He slid out, stripped off the condom, then leaned over to unfasten the rope from the vinyl horse and untie my wrists, his touch gentle now that the storm had passed. “You are my dopamine rush,” he whispered into my ear.
I moved off the horse and turned to him.“And you are becoming my addiction.”
“You’re one in a million.” Alistair grinned, giving my wet nub a light tickle.
I CRAVE YOU
Alistair
“Is the water warm enough?” I kissed Vera’s cheek as we re-entered the jacuzzi, filled with fresh water.
“It’s perfect,” she said, splashing the water lightly with her delicate feet.
“Did you enjoy the sex?”
“I did.” Vera closed her eyes as she leaned into me.
