I drive forward with my hips, my pussy trying to suck him in as I try to wrap my legs around him. Before I do, though, he reads my need and obliges in one deep thrust, going balls-deep and forcing every breath of air out of me in a gasp.
He stretches me just on the good side of pain, my eyes rolling up because it’s so overwhelming. He doesn’t give me a minute to adjust to his girth, immediately retreating and pumping back with force, his balls slapping against my ass. I can feel my inner walls clenching against him, desperate to feel every nerve turned on in ways they’ve never been before.
Keith grunts, his eyes never leaving my face as he thrusts harder and harder. “Squeeze me just like that. Fuck, Elise. You’re so damn tight.”
I try to do as he says, clutching at him, both with my hands on his forearms as he holds my hips and with the muscles deep inside me. He strokes into me, filling me with every thrust.
As he leans forward, pressing his body against me more and taking me fully, I bend my legs, folding myself in half as my knees roll next to my shoulders. I say a little prayer of thanks for my yoga habit as he pounds me even harder at the new angle, the head of his cock rubbing that spot inside again. A deep whine of hunger starts in my chest, and I stare up at him, my mouth dropping open as I feel myself caught helpless again, swept up in another orgasmic wave that’ll shatter me when it finally crests . . . but I don’t care as long as I feel him come first.
He grabs my hands, forcing them to the bed with our fingers entwined, and I realize I’m his total prisoner. This powerful man is pinning me to his bed, both with his hands and with his body as he speeds up, his strokes getting harder and more intense with each slap of our hips.
All I can do is take him, enjoy the sensation of every inch filling me up and the control he has over me.
“Oh, fuck,” I force out between deep breaths that ripple through my entire body. “Keith, I’m gonna come.”
His eyes are hard as he meets my heated gaze with a commanding shake of his head. “No, not yet. You come with me, when I say.”
His voice is tight, so I know he’s close, but I don’t know if I can hang on as I thrash below him. “I—”
Keith lets go of one hand and grabs my jaw, just above my throat but still cutting off my words like a switch. “Look at me, Elise. Do not come yet. I want you to come all over my cock, squeezing me in your perfect little pussy. I want to ride out our pleasure together.”
His words aren’t helping me wait. He’s teasing me on the edge even more. His hands tighten in mine, and his hips hammer me even harder, and as I cry out, unable to wait any longer, he roars as I feel him jerk inside me.
“Fuck, yes . . . Elise!”
I clench and squeeze as much as I can, lifting my hips to meet his as he slams against my thighs, working to prolong our orgasms together. Our eyes are locked, never leaving each other as we both pant our way through the pleasure and the return to earth.
A smile is already breaking across my face when I see the stern look on Keith’s and I sober.
He grinds against me as he scolds me, his eyes still burning with desire. “Mmm, that was so damn good. But you came before I said to.”
For a moment, I think he’s kidding, and I tease back. “What are you gonna do? Punish me?”
He smiles back, but it’s predatory, and a little chill mixes with the heat of his cock still pulsing inside me. “Yes. Yes, I am.”
If this were any other man, I’d be pissed. As if he’s in charge of me? I’ll come when I damn well feel like it, and just count yourself lucky you got to be here for it.
But the tiny voice deep in the back of my mind reminds me about his punishment before and surprisingly, how much I liked it. He talks as if he wants me to be a good girl, but being bad sounds so much more delicious, so I consider playing a bit coy.
I let that voice win, smirking. “So should I turn over for my spanking then?”
Keith shakes his head, pulling his cock out of me, and I immediately want him back, feeling empty without him inside me. He slips the condom off, tying it off and tossing it to the trash, where it drops in like a jump shot.