Fine in Lingerie (Lingerie 11)

My arms rested along the back of the couch, and I didn’t move despite the way she silently paraded into the apartment and demanded sex from me. Instead of staring at the area between her legs, I kept my gaze locked on hers, seeing the way she wanted me.

She pushed down the front of my sweatpants, revealing my cock that had hardened just thirty seconds ago. She lowered herself on top of me, gasping as she felt me stretch her deep and far. When she was sitting on my balls, she gripped my shoulders and breathed into my face. “Oh…yes.” She pressed her feet against the cushions and held herself in a squatting position.

My hands moved underneath her thighs, carrying most of her weight so she could ride my dick with ease. I helped her up and down, making her sheathe my dick over and over again. The white cream built up at the base of my dick. I could practically smell her hormones in the air, feel her horniness between her legs.

My bare feet pushed against the rug as I thrust inside her, hitting her hard like she wanted me to. Her sexy ass cheeks were in my grip, and I pushed her up and down at a faster pace, making her ride my dick fast.

Her green eyes were focused on mine, her sexy lips parted from the sexy moans she made. Her fingers pressed into my shoulder, digging into my old wound. Even if it caused me pain, I still wouldn’t mention it.

I loved kissing her, but I also loved fucking her without kissing her. I liked the connection between our eyes, the way we both smoldered and burned for one another in mutual passion. We made love, but we also fucked like two people in love—and that was my favorite. We didn’t screw each other because we had to. We fucked each other hard like it was the hottest one-night stand of our lives.

I spanked her ass. “Hit me.”

She kept moving up and down, her pussy making the sexiest noises as it rode my cock.

I spanked her ass again. “Hit me.”

She listened this time, slapping me across the face with her palm. She didn’t give me a sissy hit like most women did. She slapped me like she meant it, striking the side of my face with a hard palm. She put her weight into it, using those sexy muscles in her arm.

Her hand stung when it collided with my face, making the surface of my skin burn and the blood underneath boil. I loved the pain she caused me, the way she delivered the hit without hesitation. She knew I was a man who could handle anything, so she hit me with the kind of brutality I craved.

My cock throbbed inside her, my balls tightening because I wanted to come. I loved her fearlessness. I loved the momentum she could unleash with that arm. A strong woman like Vanessa probably intimidated most men, but she turned me on like crazy. “Hit me again when you come. Hard. Hard as fuck, baby.”

She bounced on my dick for another thirty seconds, her pussy slowly tightening around me as she prepared to explode around my throbbing cock. Her breathing deepened, and she bit her bottom lip as she enjoyed the preliminary pleasure, the buildup before the blow. She closed her eyes for a second right before the explosion hit. Then she screamed in my face, her pussy clenching my dick with an iron grip.

As I’d asked, she slammed her hand against my face as hard as she could, hitting me with enough momentum that nearly made my head turn. With precise aim and powerful strength, she struck my cheek with the force to shake a mountain.

I fucking loved it.

I came inside her instantly, pumping her with more come than I usually did. I tugged on her hips and kept her right on my lap, making sure I gave her every drop of come as deep as possible.

We finished together, our bodies twitching and clenching together. Her pussy soaked up every ounce of come I gave her, inhaling it like a vacuum. My eyes watched the sexy performance hers gave me, and she looked so damn beautiful I thought I could come again.

When she finished, she got off my lap without giving me a kiss. She didn’t ask if my cheek was okay, even though it was probably bright red and slightly puffy. She turned around and bent over to grab her panties from the floor.

My eyes immediately went to her pussy, seeing some of my come seep out of her slick slit.

She pulled her panties up her long legs then pulled on her jean shorts. Then, like nothing had happened, she walked out of the apartment without saying goodbye. Not a single word was exchanged between us. She only wanted me for one thing, for a midday fuck because she’d been horny thinking about me downstairs. The door shut behind her, and only the sound of the TV remained behind, my sweatpants still down and my wet dick against my stomach.