“Enough of that. Get up here.” I pull her by the hair, but she won't relinquish my cock so easily. She fights against my grip, dipping her head back down and rubbing her tongue all over the underside of my cock.
“Fuck. That's enough.” I haul her up and pull her over my lap so she's straddling my dick. I pull out one of the condoms and quickly slide it on.
“There you go. Neatly wrapped. Have a seat.”
“No.”
“Excuse me.”
“No,” she says and then she shrugs. “I changed my mind. I don't really feel like it anymore.”
“Oh is that right?”
“Yeah. I mean I'm sure you have some great board game—” I cut her off with one firm hand on her hip and the other on the base of my cock. I find her entrance with ease and slam home. “Shit,” she whines. I rock my hips up and back, grab her other hip and pull her down even harder. “Shit,” she says again.
“Uh huh. You were saying?”
“Shep.”
“You still want to play board games?” I say.
“Yes. I wanna to beat your ass at Scrabble.”
“Uh huh. Tell me more.” I slide to the edge of the couch, then gather her hair in my right hand again. I’m guiding her hips with ease with my left. “Tell me what you want to do.”
“Ah! Shep, fuck!”
“Keep going. I want to hear all about it. How you’d rather be looking at me with a board game between us than bouncing on my cock.” I lean forward and take one of her tits in my mouth. I bite the tip. She makes a little hissing noise. I smooth the little mark I know I’ve made with the pad of my tongue and then I start to suck. She’s whining now, arching against me. I don’t even have to guide her hips anymore. She’s riding the fuck out of my dick. I pull her head back and move my mouth up the side of her neck. I bite her some more. I suck. She’s calling my name.
“None of that Shep shit. You didn’t want me a few minutes ago. Tell me about all the other places you’d rather be right now,” I tug a little harder on her hair and bring her lips to mine. “I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say you don’t want to be with me. Say it.”
“I can’t,” she whimpers.
“Why not.”
“Because I do,” she cries. “I want to be with you.”
“A little louder. I couldn’t quite hear you.”
“I want to be with you, Shep.”
“Damn straight,” I say and then I kiss her. She kisses me back, pressing her lips hard against mine. She can barely move her head, my grip on her hair is too strong. That doesn’t stop her from slipping her tongue into my mouth. She’s going wild now, grinding harder and harder against my lap. I want to nut. Her pussy is working me so good. She’s so wet and so warm. So fucking tight, but I’m going to hold out.
She lets out this deep noise. It comes from deep in her chest and then she’s coming on my cock. I want to follow her, let loose. Not yet. I lean back against the couch and pull her with me. I hold her against my chest. I start pumping my hips up and down. She’s rubbing her cheek against my beard. She’s begging. I reach down and spread her ass, gather up the wetness from her cunt that’s spread all around and push one slick finger into her tightest hole.
“Shep,” she moans. She comes again.
I lose it then, fucking her harder than I’m sure she’d been fucked in a while. She’s limp against me, but I can still feel every muscle in her cunt working along my shaft.
“I’m coming,” she says.
“I know, baby. I know. Come again. Come for me.”
She does. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell her how good her pussy feels.
I want to torture us both a bit longer, but I remind myself of her bound hands and how long she was on her knees. And we have the rest of the night. The rest of the weekend. A whole week. I think about what it would be like with no barrier between us. I think about what I really want to tell her and I come, swearing against her lips before I kiss her.
A little while later, after we’re both cleaned up and I’ve stripped her completely naked, I give her some water and burrito her in a blanket.
