He could have brought me in here, bent me over this table, and rutted me until he filled the condom and sent me on my way. I’m not sure why he cares so much about what I want, but I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
He’s my divorce present, I decide, and that makes a smile take over my face.
“What do I want?” I respond as he pulls out and slowly pushes back inside of me.
“Yes, tell me how you want it.”
I want a lot of things that I’ve never said out loud. A lot of things that aren’t easy to explain while his dick is already inside of me. I could say I want to come, which is a cop-out, a given response.
But what do I want? What do I want to walk away with from this one-night stand?
“I want…I want you to be rough,” I tell him, almost in a whisper.
How many times did I ask for something simple, a small fraction of what I wanted from Will, and he wouldn’t provide it? What if he’s more of the same and thinks there’s something wrong with me for what I like?
“Can I spank your ass?” he asks and I swallow thickly.
“Yes.”
His fingertips against my clit retreat, as he holds on to my hip with a bruising grip. As his hand smacks the top of my ass in a downward trajectory. I can feel my pussy clenching as he does it.
“Was that okay? Too hard?”
“Harder,” I say.
I’ve simulated impact play on my own a few times, but nothing compares to how this feels. He takes my direction and does it again in the same spot, making a pathetic moan slip from my lips. I’m so fucking wet each time his cock slips out of me, our sticky flesh makes a salacious sucking noise.
It’s a turn on I didn’t know I had.
“More?” he asks.
“Please, don’t stop.”
His hand comes down again on my tender flesh, and my thighs quake. His large hand grips the spot that I know is flushed pink, kneading my ass cheek.
“You should see how pretty your ass looks right now,” he says, his hand giving me one more solid smack before wrapping around my waist, back on my clit.
“I’m going to fuck you hard. You tell me to stop if it’s too much,” he says and I nod. His hips thrust powerfully, pounding against my ass. “Words, Kate.”
“Yes, I-I understand.”
“Good. I’m going to fuck this sweet little pussy and you’re going to come all over my cock and fingers, because it’s what you were made for.”
As soon as the last word slips off his tongue, he does exactly what he promises. His hips slapping against my reddened ass while his fingers strum my clit like he’s practiced in how my body works.
He doesn’t hold back, a simultaneous effort of reaching his own climax while giving me mine. His cock is so deep that it borders on pain, and I yearn for it.
I’m so close, so so close, and he knows it as he adds more pressure on to my clit.
“I told you this pussy was meant to be fucked. Your pussy gripping my cock is driving me fucking crazy. You’re such a good girl, Kate,” he whispers between rushed pants in my ear, thrusting deep.
I shatter completely, nearly collapsing on the table and I can’t decide if it’s more from the angle his cock is pressing deep inside of me or his filthy words. He doesn’t coddle me during my orgasm. He presses me against the table, my breasts and cheek against the cold surface as a strong hand between my shoulder blades keeps me in place.
He loses himself fucking me, taking what he wants while wringing me dry of any coherent thoughts. It feels like it lasts forever, like his dick is hitting just the right spot and it will never end.
He smacks my ass one more time, before grabbing both of my hips and thrusting hard, his length jerking inside of me as he finishes.
My thighs are shaking and my breath is leaving condensation against the table as we catch our breath and bask in the moment.
