“What’s it gonna be, darlin’?”
She sticks out one finger and bounces it between the two. “Eenie, meanie, minie, mo.” The small dimple in her left cheek peeks out with her playful smile. “I…choose…you.”
Her finger stops on the belt, pointing directly at it, no question about it. I throw the sock over my shoulder and shrug.
“You asked for it. Don’t forget that I was tie-roping champ at the rodeo for three years in a row.”
“Oh shit. Wait–” She’s too late because I attack her like the bell went off and the clock is running.
I grab her wrists, wrap the belt around them. It’s a bit difficult with a stiff, less pliant belt, but I found the best one Ihad that would allow me to make a secure cow hitch knot. It may not be my fastest time, but with a hard cock and stiff belt, it’s pretty damn impressive.
Lifting her arms back over her head, I lick two fingers before plunging them into her soaked pussy.
“Oh fuck.” She moans when I slide them in and out with smooth, measured strokes.
“It will do you well in the future to remember that I don’t play games, Cathia. Don’t come in here teasing with that ‘are you going to punish me’and think I’ll let it slide.” I place my thumb over her sensitive clit and rub it, my fingers still playing inside of her. “I’ll treat you like a queen, eat you like a feast, and fuck you like a fiend. So be careful what you wish for.”
My fingers pump faster and she bucks her hips. I see the way her body quivers as I roll her clit over and over, and a devious thought crosses my mind. Just as her mewls grow louder, I pull myself free and swiftly flip her over.
“Hayes,” she cries, but it falls on deaf ears.
Tonight I take it how I want it. I’ve let her lead us in the direction and speed she’s wanted. But I’m tired of playing safe and stepping lightly. She’s going to learn what it means to truly be mine.
My hand lands with a sharp smack on her ass and she yelps. “You want me to brand you? My words aren’t enough? Maybe you’d like to know first-hand how Viv felt.”
She presses her forehead to the mattress when I spank her again. Her moans are muffled but to me, they’re loud and clear. My teeth clamp on to her hot flesh and she calls out into the dark room.
“Aah.” I lick and kiss the spot where my teeth still imprint, and soothe away the pain.
“Mmm,” I murmur, licking between her seam. “Lemme see what I’m working with, darlin’.”
I lift her hips, bringing her pussy closer to my face, and run my nose from end to end. I follow the trail with my tongue, getting all of my senses in on the game.
“Get on your knees and stay there.” I wait for her to bring her legs up and rest her knees on the bed before releasing her.
Her legs already shake and I’ve only just begun. But I won’t let that stop me from giving her everything I’ve got.
I spread her plump ass cheeks wide and flick my tongue up and down her seam, from her throbbing clit to her tight hole that she clenches. I hear her breath shudder so it’s simply a natural reaction because that raspy moan tells me all I need to know about what she wants but is too afraid to ask.
My lips find her wet, juicy ones and I suck them in. She’s tangy and sticky and I feel like a kid in a candy store, sucking on his favorite treat. I want to live right here forever.
I release her with a pop and slide up right behind her, lining up my dick and running the engorged head through her juices. The mushroomed head throbs, blood and desire pumping through it, and I begin to ease myself in.
Her fingers wiggle and bend and grasp at anything to keep her rooted, but all she gets is air. My hips roll nice and slow at first, giving her that long deep stroke. She pushes back, searching for more. Her thighs quiver with each pump and they start to lose their strength to hold her up. Her knees slide wider and without her hands to brace, she can only fall flat.
I stop, my dick still tucked safely inside of her, and grip her legs. Carefully I set one foot on the ground and then the other, letting hers follow. She looks perfect. Bent over the edge of my bed, her calves flexed as she stands on her toes and her ass red with my handprints. Her arms are stretched high above her head and I admire her hourglass figure, her brown hair wild and thrown this way and that.
“Me encanta follarte, Cathia.” I lean over, running my hand up her spine and telling her just how much I love fucking her.
And how much I fucking love her, in turn.
She looks over her shoulder at me, desperation written all over her face as she lays in misery. I dig my fingers into her and she winces from the pain. I just can’t help myself. I want to kiss her and bite her and live in her. It’s sad how obsessed I am with her, to be honest, but ask me if I give a fuck.
Not one given.
I slide back inside of her hot pussy, watching her eyes roll back as I go. She clenches her walls, squeezing my throbbing cock like a vise. I thrust deep then hard and feel her breathing shallow. Her whines increase and this is the point where I know she starts to become vocal. My Cathia is reserved for the most part, but that orgasm hits her, she cusses like a sleep deprived sailor.
I need to play with her clit because that’s what she really wants. She loves it. Many times I’ve made her come from simply sucking on her nub. She’s so responsive and I can’t get enough of finding new ways to make her detonate.
