“Your throat was made to be fucked too, wasn’t it? Show me how good you are at sucking me off.”
Kate shifts on the floor, rubbing her thighs together and I groan as her mouth latches on to the head of my dick and she sucks, hard.
“Fuckkkk,” I hiss, knowing if she keeps doing that I’ll be coming in her mouth and not her pussy.
I pull out of her mouth with a pop, the suction almost too much to bear as I cup her chin and tilt her face up.
“You might be too good at that, sweet Kate.”
I can’t even see her eyes, but the corner of her mouth tilting is all the reassurance I need.
“I’m going to help you onto the bed. I want you on your knees, ass in the air. I’m going to spank you and finger your pussy until I’ve decided you’ve had enough.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers as I grab her by the waist.
She’s unsteady without her arms for balance and there’s a good chance that maybe one of her legs went to sleep. Instead of guiding her to the bed, I pick her up, an arm wrapped around her back and the other around her thighs as I lie her on the bed, rolling her on to her stomach.
Without a command, she bends her knees; her face pressed against the sheets, with her ass in the air. I stare at her peachy little ass for a moment, before removing the rest of my clothes, neatly folding them and placing them on the table.
The anticipation has Kate nearly shaking on the bed. When I grip the hem of her panties to slide them down her thighs, she gasps.
“Did sucking my cock make you wet for me?” I ask.
She doesn’t respond as I shift my fingers between her legs, feeling her cunt.
“Mmm. I think we can do better,” I say, with a swat to her ass.
Kate moans into the bed, her wrists fighting against the restraints at the base of her spine as her fingers curl into delicate little fists.
I reel my hand back, spanking her in the same spot, and she inhales deeply.
“Do you want a bruise?” I ask, praying that the answer is yes. Hoping with everything that she wants me to leave marks on her. That tomorrow while she’s sitting at home doing hot professorshit, that every time she sits on this sweet ass she thinks aboutme.
“Yes. Please,” she says in that raspy tone that goes straight to my fucking cock.
I squeeze her left cheek, hard, to the point she’s squirming against my touch. I rear my open palm back and hit the same spot three times in rapid succession.
Kate is panting, her knuckles are white from her fists being clenched against her back.
The spot on her ass is a bright red, a stark contrast against her creamy flesh. But it’s not enough to leave a mark for more than a day. She must know it too, as the muscles in her back tighten as she awaits the next strike.
I don’t give it to her right away, and she doesn’t ask. She patiently waits.
She’s fucking perfect.
I spank her five more times, the start of a purple splotch forming against her ass. Kate is panting against the mattress as I cup her pussy, making her jump.
“You’re fucking dripping for me. You should see how good your ass looks. Fuck, Kate.”
I drag my fingers through her wetness, sliding my thumb into her pussy as my fingers toy with her clit.
“You feel so good. Come for me so I can wrap that pussy around my cock.”
Her moan is soft but brain rattling as she rocks back against my hand. Her essence coats my fingers and my dick is nearly weeping with need.
I lightly smack the tender spot of her ass as I finger her before fisting myself and rubbing my cock along her reddened ass. The smoothe curve of her ass has my cock weeping as I smack her flesh a few times with my length like a promise of what's to come.
I don’t let up with the curve of my fingers, fucking her hard and fast with my hand till she finally falls apart, her knees nearly buckling beneath her as she cries out her pleasure. I hold her hips up, not relenting my movements in the slightest as she gasps, trying to catch her breath.
