Liar

“Kent?”

‘“I told you, I needed to prepare you. Do you want me to stop?”

“No. Please.”

I coated my fingers and the toy with lube, tossing the bottle aside. My fingers moved back to her opening, and I dropped between her thighs, burrowing my tongue as deep in her tight cunt as I could, while I pressed my fingers inside her ass.

“Oh, my god,” she cried.

That was the last intelligible sound she made. I lapped at her pussy, biting her clit, sucking her folds. All while I scissored my fingers in her tight virgin ass. When I felt like she was ready, I pressed the plug against her and eased it in, past her tight ring.

She was just about to come by the time I got it settled and pulled back, standing from the bed.

“What?” Her eyes shot open, wide, and panicked. “No. Please. Kent, please.”

“God, I could listen to you beg me all night.”

“Kent.” Her plea bordered on hysteria.

“Would you like to say your word?”

Her jaw clenched, and her desperate eyes turned a little murderous. “I’d like it if you’d fuck me.”

I gave her a serene smile and stripped my shirt over my head. While her eyes were glued to my exposed chest, I set a small box on the nightstand and moved to release her arms.

“What are you doing?”

“Moving you to where I need you. Now stop asking questions, or I’ll say red.”

Her eyes dropped to my cock, still hanging from my open pants, already hardening again. “Aren’t you going to get naked?”

“Soon. I don’t need to be yet.”

She grumbled but didn’t fight as I sat her up and moved behind her, tugging her back between my spread legs. Her warm skin pressed to my cock, and I gave in to the desire to thrust against her. The view looking down over her shoulder had me almost abandoning my plan and lifting her up, so I could bury my length inside her and come again.

But I had a plan and needed to stick to it, so I could get in her tight ass tonight.

“Don’t lose that plug, Olivia.”

She tensed like she was squeezing her muscles to hold it in tighter. My fingers slipped between the folds of her pussy, pressing softly but not enough to let her come. Then with one hand still between her legs, the other rolled her nipple, loving the way her juices coated the pale pink tips. They pebbled beautifully, and I reached over for the small box, pulling out what I needed and putting them in place before she could react.

“What the fuck?” Olivia shrieked, trying to jerk forward. She looked down at the small metal clamp encasing her rosy tip.

“I wanted to see you decorated with my jewelry, and since I can’t exactly pierce them myself, these clamps will have to do,” I explained as I tightened the toy. When I was finished with the other side, I brushed my thumbs across the hardened tips. Her whimpers rang like desperate pleas, and I loved every one.

Moving my hand back between her legs, I began working her back up to come.

“Listen to you,” I growled against her ear, shoving my fingers deep and twisting them. Her pussy made vulgar, wet, sucking sounds that shot straight to my dick. “Listen to how wet you are for me. You love being stuffed, pinched, and teased.”

“No,” she breathed, her head rolling back and forth along my shoulder.

I pulled my fingers out and smacked her cunt hard. She cried out but didn’t stop me.

“Don’t lie to me, Olivia.”

I smacked her again and again.

“I bet all those boys you’ve been with can make you come by fingering you.” Smack. “Maybe they’ve even tongued your little clit until you screamed.” Smack. “But have you ever come by having your pussy spanked?” Smack. “To the wet sounds of a hand hitting your sopping cunt?”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Oh, god. Stop. Please.”

I paused, giving her a chance to say red. But she didn’t. She continued to roll her hips and search for my touch.

“No.” I bit down on her lobe and continued to land blow after blow, stopping every once in a while to role her tiny clit between my fingers.

Her whole body tightened, and her lips parted in a silent scream as her pussy spasmed against my hand. I circled her bundle of nerves and helped her ride the wave of her orgasm, telling her how beautiful she was when she came, how hard I was for her.

When she finally came down from her high and her body sagged against mine, I kissed up her neck to her ear. “I’m gonna take your tight little virgin hole now. Will you give it to me?”

“Yes, Kent. Anything.”

“I won’t be nice,” I warned.

She rolled her head so she could look up in my eyes. Hers were half-lidded and glazed with pleasure. “Take it.”