She narrows her eyes and scoffs. “You want me to choose from a menu or something?”
“No,” I sigh, reaching for patience I don’t have. Liz is finally in my bedroom, and I’m fucking it all up. “I don’t want to hurt you or do something you don’t like.”
“You would never hurt me.” She takes a step toward me, but I hold up my hand. She stops. The frown is back on her face.
I swallow. This shouldn’t be hard. I always make sure I know the rules before I take someone to bed. But with Liz, the stakes are higher. I wouldn’t recover if she rejects me.
But she also deserves to know the real me. “I’m dominant in bed,” I finally say. “I like it rough and I like dirty talk.”
She watches me, not saying anything. In the rumpled blue dress, with her gorgeous hair in disarray from my fingers, she looks like a fallen goddess.
“If that’s not your thing, tell me,” I blurt out when the silence goes on for too long. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
She tilts her head, her eyes glittering. “Whatever I want?” she whispers.
I nod.
Licking her lips, she ducks her head down, takes a step toward me, and puts her hand on my chest. “I want you to dominate me and talk dirty to me.”
Heat from her hand burns through my shirt, searing my skin. “Don’t say that just because it’s what I want.”
She tosses her hair back and boldly holds my gaze. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t think about anything but you and your thick dick. I want you to ruin me for all other men, to fuck me over and over until I forget my name.”
I grab her waist, pull her hard against me, and crush my lips to hers. She melts into the kiss, her body soft and eager, hands fisting my shirt as our tongues tangle. She tastes of champagne and chocolate.
I've jerked off thinking about this exact moment so many times. I’ve imagined her moans, her tight pussy wrapped around my cock, and now it's finally real.
I break the kiss, grip her chin, and force her to meet my eyes. "You've been teasing me all night in that dress, haven't you? Showing off these perfect tits like a little temptress."
Her eyes darken with excitement, lips parting. "Maybe," she breathes. "What are you going to do about it, Ethan?"
I growl low in my throat, spin her around, and pin her against the wall with my body. My hands slide up her sides and cup her tits, squeezing hard through the slinky fabric. She gasps, arching back into me. "I'm going to fuck you the way I've wanted to for months," I say against her ear, voice rough. "But good girls beg first, Liz. Beg for my cock."
She whimpers, grinding her ass against the bulge in my pants. "Please, Ethan... I've wanted you too. So much I dreamt about you and had to take care of myself with a vibrator.”
We’ll get to the vibrator later, but first my dick needs to feel what it’s craved for so long. Her pussy clenched around it. "Not good enough," I say and hike her dress up over her hips, exposing smooth thighs and black lace panties already soaked through. I hook my fingers in the waistband and yank them down, letting them drop to her ankles. I spread her legs so I can see her pussy. It glistens in the dim light, swollen and ready.
Dropping to my knees behind her, I spread her ass cheeks wide, and drag my tongue from her clit to her back entrance in one slow lick.
She cries out, pushing back against my face. I devour her, tongue plunging inside her cunt, then circling her clit until her legs shake. "Fuck, Ethan... yes, just like that."
I stand, wipe my mouth, and bring my hand down on her ass in a sharp, light spank. The crack echoes, and her skin blooms pink. She yelps, then moans louder. "You like that, don't you?" I ask, landing another spank on the opposite cheek. "Being spanked like my naughty girl."
"Yes," she pants, looking back at me over her shoulder. "Harder."
I give her what she wants, two more firm but controlled smacks that make her ass jiggle and her pussy clench. "Good girl," I praise, and she shivers at the words, fresh slickness coating her thighs.
I unbuckle my belt, shove my pants down, and free my cock. It’s thick and aching, with pre-cum already beading at the tip. I rub the head along her soaked folds, teasing her entrance. "Tell me how bad you want this cock in your cunt."
"Please," she begs immediately. "Fuck my pussy, Ethan. I need you inside me."
I reach for a condom from the ones I left on my bed before going to the party. I hoped Liz would come home with me, but this is better than I could have imagined. Could have dreamt of.
After sheathing myself, I thrust into her halfway, groaning at the tight, wet heat that grips me. She moans softly, hands flattening against the wall.
I pull back and slam home, burying myself to the hilt. "Fuck, you're soaked for me. Taking my cock like such a good girl."
I set a hard rhythm, pounding into her from behind, the wet slap of my balls against her ass filling the room. Her tits bounce wildly.
