She shakes her head as much as my hold allows.
“Relax,” I coax.
She obliges by resting her cheek on the counter.
“That’s my girl.”
I remove my hand from between her legs so I can enjoy the view. She’s perfect, right down to her toes.
“I’m going to watch, so show me what a good girl you can be for me and keep still.”
She swallows, looking over her shoulder as I tease her pussy lips with the handle of the brush. When I part her with the makeshift dildo, a moan falls from her lips. She would’ve arched her back if I weren’t holding her down.
“Naughty.” I click my tongue and stop. “You moved.”
“No, please. I’ll keep still.”
I slip the handle in all the way, watching as her pussy swallows it. She clenches her thighs, trying hard not to move. I pump a few times, doing nothing other than getting her wetter. The handle is too thin to stretch her. She won’t get off like this, but it turns her on. I can tell by the wet sounds the improvised toy makes as I play with her.
She grips the counter until her fingertips turn white, her chest rising and falling as her breathing turns into panting.
I pull the brush out and press the flat side on her clit. “Who do you belong to, Tatiana?”
“Ah.”
I drop the brush and lock my fingers on her hip. Without warning, I shove my dick all the way in, filling her to the brim.
She makes a mewling sound.
Wrapping my free hand around her neck, I pull her up and press her back against my chest. I hold her like that, brushing my lips over her ear and jaw before kissing her neck.
“Who do you belong to?”
She gasps when I bend my knees and thrust. I look at her in the mirror, see how the action bounces her tits.
Again.
And again.
I pull almost all the way out and slam back in as I shackle her to me, making her watch as I slide in and out between her spread legs, claiming every inch of her tight pussy.
“Dante.”
I slow my pace. “Who?”
“You,” she cries out. “Oh, God, please. You.”
I reward her for giving me the right answer by pressing the heel of my palm on her clit. I keep my hand around her neck, forcing her to witness the ecstasy that twists her features as I make her come. Her breaths and pleasure are mine. She gives them to me freely, falling apart in my arms.
When I’ve taken care of her, I chase my own release. Seeing that I’ve climaxed a few minutes ago, it takes longer this time. My body demands a harsher rhythm. Her tits and ass jiggle from the force with which I slam my groin against hers. Every stroke I beat out spells one word.
Mine.
By the time I finish inside her, her pussy must be raw. But I don’t pull out. Not yet. I grip her chin and turn her face so I can kiss her. It’s a long and leisurely kiss. Her lips are red and swollen when I finally let her breathe.
She catches my gaze when I pull out.
I press a last soft kiss on her lips. “Don’t move.”
