“I’m going to make sure you come. And you’ll come hard. But first, a little punishment. Because what else did I tell you? What did I say about my brother?”
I push against her tight hole, and she squeezes her eyes shut panting, muscles tensing to keep me out.
“This is happening. It’ll be easier for you if you don’t resist,” I tell her.
“Please, Jericho. What do you want?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I want your ass.”
“No. I mean…please.”
“What did I say about my brother?” I ask as she whimpers when her tight opening stretches enough to take the head of my cock.
“To stay away,” she says, her voice barely a whisper. “It hurts. Please, it hurts.”
“And you’re zero for two. You’re not a very good listener, are you?”
She shakes her head as I grip her hips, sliding one hand down to her clit to rub, pushing deeper into her tight passage. She closes her eyes, her mouth falling open, strands of hair sticking to the sweat on her forehead.
“I’ll listen,” she says as I rub her wet clit. “I’ll do better.”
“I know you will,” I tell her. “Because having your ass fucked for punishment is very different to having it fucked for pleasure,” I tell her, moving slowly to seat myself fully inside her. I don’t want to hurt her. Just warn her. I hold still and rub her clit and watch her face as her body stretches and she stops resisting. “Good, Isabelle. That’s good. Now look at me,” I say, leaning over her to kiss the spot between her shoulder blades.
She nods, looks up to meet my gaze in the mirror.
“Does that feel good?”
She blinks, nods.
“Do you want me to fuck your ass as punishment or do you want me to fuck your ass for pleasure?”
“Pleasure,” she pants as I begin to move inside her.
“Like this?”
She nods. “Yes. Yes. Like that. Please.”
I smile. “Good girl. This doesn’t have to be bad for you.”
She nods but I’m not sure she’s following because she’s arching her back, pussy dripping. “Are you going to do better?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll say anything to come now, won’t you?”
She nods wanting to please. Wanting to come.
I chuckle.
“Tell me how much you love my cock inside you.”
“I love… I love you…” She stops, shakes her head. “I love your…”
Her words have me stop mid-thrust but when I look at her face in the mirror, she’s not looking at me. She’s lost.
She didn’t mean what she said. She was repeating what I told her. That’s all. Just distracted by sensation.
I look down at her, at my cock inside her, at her stretched to take me and when I move again, she moans, bringing her legs together and dropping her head as her walls pulse around me.