Presley pushed up on her elbows and panted. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna come.”
“Not like that,” I said and pulled my hand back.
“What?” she almost screamed.
“Take your panties off,” I told her while I stood and shoved my jeans and underwear down my legs.
I pulled a condom from my wallet and rolled it down my shaft before I leaned over Presley and balanced on one hand. “You sure about this?”
“Please put your dick in me,” she whined. Any other time, I would’ve laughed, but I wanted it as bad as she did.
I ran the head of my condom-covered dick up and down her slit a few times before I lined up and buried myself inside her in one solid thrust. A guttural groan of deep satisfaction came from Presley while I closed my eyes and tried to remember what words were.
“Please fuck me,” she begged and wiggled her hips, snapping me out of my daze. Sitting back on my heels, I hooked her legs over my arms and pulled her forward, thrusting steadily.
“I’m going to come,” Presley said and reached down to massage her clit.
“Fuck,” I swore and inhaled sharply. I was getting close, and that was after rubbing one out in the shower before we went to dinner.
Presley nearly took me with her when she came, but the sex gods were on my side. I fucked her through her orgasm before I pulled out and flipped her over. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her to her knees and thrust back into her,
“Fuck, you feel good,” I groaned.
“Fuck, me, harder,” Presley said, her words punctuated with my thrusts.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I said and lightly smacked her ass to see how she reacted.
“Fuck, me, harder,” she repeated louder as the walls of her pussy tightened around my dick.
I smacked her ass again, a little harder.
“I said, fuck, me, harder.”
“Fucking hell, Presley,” I groaned and slapped each cheek hard enough to sting, then I fucked her like she asked. Hard.
Presley reached between her legs and circled her clit. I slapped her ass again. “You need to ask if you can touch your pussy?”
“Can I please rub my clit?” she said, as she continued doing just that. “I want to come.”
“Yes, but you should’ve asked first,” I said and slapped her ass again. That sent her over the edge, and I followed along behind her.
I pulled out and dropped to the bed, rolling her over and pulling her against me so I could devour her lips.
“We should get cleaned up,” she said, several minutes later.
“How about a bath?” I asked. “I know a great place.”
“Sounds perfect,” she said as I got up and turned to walk to the bathroom. She erupted with laughter. “Your ass! I thought you were joking!”
I glanced back at her over my shoulder but continued walking. “What made you think that? Was it my serious personality? Perhaps it was my three-piece suit?”
“No, I just … never mind,” she said uncomfortably.
I had to know what she was going to say, but I waited until we each finished in the bathroom so I could see her face while we were talking. “Okay, why did you think I was joking about the tattoos?”
“This is really none of my business,” Presley said sincerely. “I just thought it was odd that you would take bets, especially ones like that, after seeing the results of a gambling addiction firsthand.”
Her words caught me off guard, and I wasn’t sure how to respond. Dice was the only person who’d ever made the connection between my dad’s gambling and my ass tattoos.
