Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

I rub gently over the redness from when I punished her last night.

“You didn’t act like it last night,” she pants.

I smile as she soaks my cock from thinking about last night.

I squeeze the reddened cheeks, and she cries out.

“You sadistic ass.”

I hear the tiny tears.

Dammit.

“Look at me, baby.”

She turns her head, and I see the tears. I kiss her cheeks, removing them from her eyes.

Then I suck two of my fingers. Her mouth parts as she stares at me. “But do you know what I love most of all?”

“My pussy.”

“Yes. But I want something else more.”

“What?”

“Your ass.”

“What? No! I can’t.”

I press my fingers at the entrance to her ass, putting just enough of my fingers inside to get her to focus on a different sensation. I kiss her lips with everything I have, and then I grind into her body, sinking all of my cock inside.

The moan she cries into my mouth is beautiful. I love the pain, but most of all I love her pleasure.

Tears stain her cheeks, but I can already see the pain easing.

“I can do this. I want to. Jesus, Enzo. Fuck me.”

I smile. “You’ve already taken me. All of me, baby.”

Her eyes widen in surprise.

“Hang on,” I say motioning to the counter.

She grabs on, and then I fuck her like I’ve wanted to since I came into the kitchen.

Her pussy welcomes me in more and more with each thrust, as I grip her ass and kiss every part of her bare neck.

“I love hearing you cry, baby.”

“Because you are a sadist.”

“No, because I love every fucking sound you make. Most of all when you scream my name.”

I hit particularly deep inside, and I get exactly the reward I want. “Enzo!”

Her muscles start tightening, her body coming alive.

I reach around, find her clit, and start strumming her. I want her to come so many times that even if she had the highest powered vibrator, she would have nothing left to make herself come.