Without giving her a chance to steel herself for it, I plunge a finger into the little puckered hole of her ass. She clearly wasn’t expecting it, especially since I still haven’t taken off her panties, and they’re currently snug over the back of my hand. But that doesn’t prevent me from fingering her hard, and soon she’s on tiptoes, trying to accommodate me.
“Quill,” she wavers, but I shut her up by adding another finger and speeding up my rhythm.
She’s biting on her lower lip, dancing on her feet from the continuous assault, her hands going back to find mine.
“Palms on the wall,” I growl, and she obeys. I’m satisfied that at the very least, she’s submissive when it comes to sex.
But it’s not enough.
I’m driving my fingers into her hard, finding pleasure in the fact that her pussy is soaked, and she’s not getting any relief. I’m not either, my cock painfully hard in my shorts, but I know it’llonly make it better later when I come.
I’m not sure I’ll be letting her have an orgasm, though.
“Please, Quill…” she moans, having clearly forgotten, at least temporarily, the scholarship. “Please, touch me, Quill…”
There’s an actual bead of moisture traveling down the side of her thigh, and I snort. My little glutton for pain.
“You want me to touch you, Piper?” I growl in her ear. “Where?”
“My… my… my labia…”
At that, I give her a stinging slap on her ass. “Yourwhat?”
She represses a giggle, which morphs into a groan as I drive into her faster. “It’s the correct term, Quill!”
This girl.How the hell can she be so cute and so fucking hot at the same time? I zero in on her lower stomach and dig my fingers in, and she shrieks in surprise, before writhing around desperately to try to get away. But I’ve got her sandwiched between me and the wall, and every one of her little jumps and squirms just makes her bounce hard against my fingers still spearing her ass, until she’s sweating with pain and wheezing from the continued tickle torture.
“Where do you want me to touch you, Piper?” I growl again as I let up at last, and she sags against the wall, wetter than ever.
“My… my pussy,” she moans. “I want you to touch my pussy.”
I shift inside her and she inhales, clearly hoping I’ll leave her ass alone now, but she doesn’t know me very well if she thinks that’s going to happen. Instead, I add a third finger to her tight hole, hissing as I feel her inner walls sucking them in. Then I pull down her panties, which is definitely not as quick as just tearing them off, but maybe if she sees I listen to her about this, she’ll let the UCLA thing go.
Though somehow I doubt it.
I don’t know what I had in mind for her pussy, but when I reach it with my other hand, I decide that she doesn’t deserveanything but pain.
She moans loudly, probably expecting me to pleasure her now, but instead, I lift my hand up and let it fall, the smack against her pussy sounding all the louder as my hand comes into contact with her wet folds.
“OW! Quill!” she shrieks.
The pain in her voice makes me even harder. I push her down to the ground forcefully, using my fingers still in her ass. Then I take her clothes off entirely—which again takes much longer to do than just tearing them off—nudge her thighs apart so she’s on her hands and knees and I’m crouching behind her. Soon I’m back to fingerfucking her ass hard while my hand is raining hard smacks on her pussy.
“Quill! Please! Quill!” she gasps, and I know she can’t tell if she’s pleading with me to stop or to go even faster.
She can’t tell, but I definitely can, because my cricket is the cutest little masochist there is.
So I pick up my pace, until she’s panting hard, all the fight out of her, her face crushed against the floor, her ass still raised from the force of my fingers driving into her.
By the time I’ve finished with her, her pussy is glowing redder than her ass cheeks usually are. Pull down my shorts, I withdraw my fingers from her and grab my cock, hesitating to sink it into her beautiful ass, but I can tell she’s feeling pretty raw right now. Pretty spent too, lying on the floor without an ounce of energy.
I flip her over to her back, drinking in the pale pink nipples that I definitely have not tortured enough today. I grab one and twist it between my fingers as with my other hand, I grip my cock hard, my balls tightening, and it only takes a few strokes for me to coat her breasts with my arousal.
“I want to come,” she moans.
“Do you think you deserve to?” I breathe against her as I admire the white streaks I’ve left on her body. “Have you beenmy good girl?”
“Yes, Quill.” A long, shaky sigh breaks free from her throat, and she looks like she’s about to fall asleep. She often does after our sessions, but I guess her frustration is keeping her awake. “Please make me come, Quill.”
