“Such a good girl for telling me the truth.” His finger returned to tease my opening. His finger swirled around the wetness, tracing with it along my pussy and to my hole. “I’ve always wanted to take your ass. But I held off for so long.”
My ex tried once and it never felt right, at least with him. “Can I claim this hole one day, Amelia?”
“I... don’t know,” I said honestly.
His other hand trailed along my bare skin, praising me, “Thank you for being honest. When you’re ready, we’ll make sure we warm you up. Stretch you a little, oh, I know what I’m getting you for your birthday next March, since you were a grouch for not letting me do something.” His fingers kept teasing me.
I wanted to argue back that at that time, I thought he was being a flirt and getting on my last nerve. I mean nothing really changed other than I was happier now to have him fuck me until I saw stars.
“You’re making a mess over here, peaches. I’m so tempted to clean it up.” he continued to tease.
My body slacked a little more, aching for his tongue to devour me.
“Please,” I begged.
He found my clit and gave it a little pinch. “Oh no, I still haven’t finished your punishment.” His fingers disappeared, skimming over the goosebumps flesh of my ass. “How about ten on each cheek, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come on my tongue and then my cock.”
My eyes widened with delight. He could have edged me until I was a crying mess, but he had a plan it wasn’t going to be that simple.
“Okay,” I whimpered.
“That’s my girl. Taking everything I give her, knowing that I know exactly what she needs,” he said as a smack came across on my ass cheek.
Shooter truly had a plan when after each set of spanks, he would tease my opening, feeling the dampness drip along my legs. He had a pattern, a way to know what my body needed and what I craved and mostly I craved him, but I yearned for the release, I begged for more of his caresses.
By the fifth round, I couldn’t sit still and I was threatened to be strapped down, and he wasn’t afraid to get creative. Each smack sent tingles through my body, ramping up the urge to release. By the seventh round, he slipped two fingers in, stretching me. “What a tight little cunt you have, Amelia. So eager for my cock, aren’t you?”
I nodded.
“Words,” he urged me.
“Yes. I want you. I want your cock deep inside me,” I mumbled.
“So deep that I’ll have no choice but to breed this pussy, having you leak me out, showing everyone who you belong to, right? You want my cum?”
“Fuck, yes. River. Please,” I stuttered.
I was so lost in the cloud of pleasure that by number ten, I was so close to coming, I could feel it teeter on the edge, waiting on his words.
“You’ve been such a good girl, Amelia.” I mindlessly agreed. He kept talking, “One more, and then you can come.” His voice alone would send me over the edge.
He carefully smacked one cheek, and leaned over to kiss it, a soft kiss on the heated flesh. His other hand rubbed the other one, gently stroking it before the final blow, sending me howling in the room. It was no use being quiet when you had a man that was handing out such painful pleasure.
“Hold on,” he said before diving from behind, making good on his promise. His tongue caught every ounce of wetness. “So fucking sweet,” he growled, licking me from front to even the back. His tongue hit that hole, and I thought I was ready to come undone.
The pressure kept building, bringing me to the edge. “Please,” I whimpered out, feeling like my legs were about to give out.
A few more strokes of his tongue and I cried out feeling my body send me in an orgasmic bliss. He slowed his pace, letting my body tremble and ride out the orgasm Shooter just gave me. Everything was silent around me, other than the heart beating in my chest. My body was cloud nine again and I never wanted to come down.
“It’s cute that you think that we’re finished.” he teased before flipping me over, still wide, and pushing my knees to my chest. I lifted my head, seeing that the shirt and the pants were gone. In all his muscular glory, every muscle glistening from sweat, he stood tall, powerful, in control. He was a marvel to gawk at, and he was all mine.
Shooter started stroking his cock and I silently wished it was me playing with him, but I didn’t think that trying to stand upand get on my knees when my head was still reeling from the previous bliss.
“This is how you got me, aching to fuck you, to get lost in you. My beautiful woman. Ink, scars, and all.”
I love you.
Oh fuck, those words appeared out of nowhere, and yet they felt so easy to say.
