He slapped my ass hard and I screamed at the sudden pain.
He hit me again on the other side even harder, and his name flew from my lips. I remained still, his cock pressing against my pussy as his hot palms marked my ass again and again. I jerked with each hit, his head teasing my clit until I was desperate for him to fill me.
“Sin, please,” I said as he rubbed my ass, soothing the sting.
“Begging me, Stella?”
“Yes!” I pushed against him again, my hot clit seeking his cock for the slick friction.
“What do you want?” He slipped a finger between my cheeks and rubbed the wrinkled skin around my asshole. I made a keening sound and twisted so I could look at him.
“I want you to fuck me.”
He gripped my hip so hard it hurt and shoved forward, my clit singing at the increased contact of his cock. Then he flipped me over with one rough movement and crashed down on top of me, crushing the air from my lungs. He pinned my wrists over my head with one hand, covered my mouth with the other, and thrust inside. I screamed into his palm as he sank to the hilt.
Pain and pleasure exploded within me as he started a hard, rough pace. I was still yelling into his hand as he dropped his mouth to my ear.
“Is this what you wanted, Stella?” He released my mouth and rose up on an elbow.
Yes.
He jarred my body with each impact and looked down to my bouncing breasts. He captured a nipple in his mouth and bit down. I moaned and writhed, his thrusts getting stronger as he reached down and gripped one thigh under the knee and yanked it up, spreading me wide for him. He groaned as he surged and surged, his cock so thick inside me and every crash hitting my clit. The slapping sounds of our skin reverberated off the paintings and mixed with my moans.
“Sin, I’m getting close.”
“No, you aren’t.” He switched to my other nipple, sucking and taking me higher.
My pussy was screaming for release.
“Please, I’m going to come,” I cried.
He released my nipple and wrapped his hand around my throat. “Not until I say.”
He maintained the same pace, a hard fuck that kept me perched at the edge, ready to tumble over at any second.
I was there. “Please!”
He withdrew and I wanted to cry. I growled with rage, but he just smirked and flipped me to my stomach again and pushed my legs together. He straddled me and raised my ass and spread my cheeks before shoving his cock into me again.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He groaned and leaned over me.
I moaned at the sensation of being filled again as he fucked me in steady pumps. He grasped my hair and wrenched my head to the side before fastening his lips to the back of my neck, his tongue tracing the tangle of vines that lived there. My pussy clenched him tighter as he possessed every bit of me. I jerked against him, but he kept his other hand at my hip, yanking me into his cock with each thrust.
He kissed my shoulder, running his tongue along my skin, and I gripped the pillows. I was desperate to touch my clit. As if reading my mind, he snaked his hand beneath me and rubbed the swollen nub with two fingers. I arched my back, pushing my ass farther up into him so he could get even deeper.
“Sin.” It was all I had. The only word on my tongue.
He grunted with the effort, the rough fuck taking everything out of him as I gave him all I was. He strummed my clit harder as his cock grew inside me. I teetered on the edge again, my pussy gripping him tightly, desperate for release.
“Please, Sin, please.” It was a strangled cry.
He kissed to my ear and kept working me. I shook with the pleasure and fought against coming. I would wait for his permission. I had to.
“Sin!”
“Come on my cock.” His voice was in my ear and I couldn’t stop.
I cried out his name as he bit down on my shoulder. I shuddered as wave after wave of bliss blew through me, my pussy spasming as he kept pounding.
He grunted and bit harder. I felt his cock kick inside me, but I was too lost in my own high to do anything other than sink beneath him and take everything he gave me. He pulsed a few more times and kissed my shoulder where his bite had stung. Then he rolled off to my side and let out a whoosh of breath.
I was still floating, my mind and body in two separate locales. He reached over and moved my hair off my sweaty neck. I turned toward him and it was there again. The look that I’d drawn. It was mine. I’d never seen it any other time than when he looked at me.