“No, don’t stop,” she says, spreading her feet wide and giving me full access to her splayed cunt. I keep pumping until the wet sounds are matched by her harsh breaths.
“Do you want more?” I ask. I’m trying to keep my voice taunting, trying to remind her that bare minutes ago, she was telling me she didn’t want this. But my cock’s so hard, I’m pretty sure I’ll explode as fast as she does if I’m inside her. I look down at where my fingers are spreading her lips apart, the tint of her skin deepening into a beckoning pink that calls to the most primal part of me.
“I want you!” she finally chokes. “Okay, I want you to fuck me. Are you happy now?”
I give a dark chuckle and unzip my pants. When I rub the head of my knob along her gaping pussy, she mewls and thrusts her hips back. I draw back.
“Damn you, Mateo!” she gasps. “Will you just fuck me already?”
“Maybe,” I say, sliding forward excruciatingly slowly. She lifts onto her toes and hikes her hips up higher, shoving back at me until I reward her with a sharp slap on one perfect buttcheek.
“You did not just do that!” she chokes out. I laugh and do it again. This time she gives a tiny squeal. But the muscles around my cock clamp tightly.
“I think you’ve earned a decent spanking, you bad girl,” I grin, aiming another light slap.
“Mateo, you pig!” she bleats. But when I smack her ass again, it’s coupled with a deep thrust that drives my cock all the way home. “Oh, sweet mother of God!” she yells.
“Still want me to stop?” I ask, my palms moving soothingly over her rosy cheeks.
“Hell, no! Don’t stop!” she gasps, reaching her hands to grasp the other side of the counter. “More,” she moans. “Do it again.”
“What? This?” I thrust in. “Or this?” I slap her ass.
“Oh, God…both!” She rests her forehead on the counter and keeps her ass high in the air. I begin a slow grinding rhythm, alternating with increasingly sharp slaps to her rump.
“Fuck, you’ve got a great ass,” I groan, staring down at where I’m skewering her sweet flesh. She responds with a throaty moan, and I feel her shift, then slide a hand beneath herself. From the brisk movements of her arm, I can tell that she’s touching herself, and it makes something clench in my gut. I love how this woman has no qualms about finding her own pleasure.
“Are you teasing that hot little clit?” I ask. She gives a soundless nod, and I slide my hand around to cover hers. Her fingers are drenched in her juices and slipping slickly. I press my fingers there, feeling her frantic rubbing. I match it with a flurry of deep thrusts, then slap the curve of her ass again.
“Oh, God,” she cries out. “I can’t…I can’t…”
“Can’t what?” I grit out.
“Can’t stop myself,” she groans.
“So don’t,” I whisper into her ear. A moment later, she goes to pieces. Her sharp wail is accompanied by a flood of slickness that soaks our joined hands, along with my own cum. Thank fuck she’s on the pill because I’ve pumped more spunk into Andy Carter than any other woman I’ve ever been with in my life.
For a minute, she lies limply over the kitchen counter, and I slump over her, catching my breath until I feel her shoving me to get off.
“Okay,” she chokes out. “You drive a hard bargain, but maybe we can make this work.”
“So that means you want me to stay?” I ask.
“We’ll see,” she mutters. “Right now, I need to lie down.”
Chapter 12
Mateo Ricci
It feels like we’ve been lying on her bed for an hour before she finally speaks again. I’ve stripped us both bare and have her tucked against my side, running my palm over her naked ass. It’s still marked red with the print of my hand, and I feel like a sick fuck for how much I love it.
“Mateo,” she says at last.
“Mmm-hmm,” I murmur back.
“Would you mind if I showed you something?” she says.
“You mean there’s some part of you I haven’t seen yet?” I tease.
