The Boss's Runaway

The game between us has never been allowed to run amok. Usually, Sissy tempts me and taunts me until I break and start referring to myself by the D word. Most of the time, we’re already on the verge of climax and I can’t help it. Can’t keep the word buried inside when I have no control over my body and mouth. This time, I’m not even inside of her yet and I’m saying things that would have made me feel ashamed this morning. No longer.

Never again.

I give this girl what she needs—and get what I crave from her in the process.

“Yes,” she rasps, pushing her backside against my mouth and working her hips in a circle, moaning, trembling. “I wanted you to see.”

“Why?” I lean back and bring my palm down against her ass, groaning as the supple flesh shakes in response. “What happens when you let me see what’s under your skirt?”

“You get big,” she whispers. “You get big and put it inside me.”

Oh fuck. I’ve gone past the point of arousal now and I’m dripping, my dick pulsing with the need to be inside of her. My balls have been driven up into my stomach by her wobbly yet eager voice and the silk of her skin. I stumble to my feet and stoop forward above her, jacking myself off into the crack of her behind. “That’s right. You shoulder the blame for what I’m about to do, don’t you? You and your wet young cunt.” I let go of my cock long enough to spank her, then go right back to beating my flesh mercilessly. “The way you tease until you’ve turned me into animal who can’t help but squeeze his way into paradise. You make me fuck you.”

“I can’t help it, Daddy,” she purrs, lifting her hips. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not,” I grunt, winded, swiping my sweaty upper lip on my shoulder. “But maybe you will be once I’m balls deep in this ass.”

“I won’t be sorry. I love making you feel good.”

“Fuck. I’m going to do it.” I press the thick head of my cock into her too small hole, my chest heaving violently, the seed already threatening to spill out everywhere. “I’m going to come in this cute little butt. You’ve flashed it at me without consequences for the last time.”

Her thighs widen as I drive deeper, slowly, her breath rattling in and out.

She’s so tight back here, I am suddenly blind, a new pulse I’ve never experienced before taking up residence in my loins, my belly. Christ oh Christ. I’m not going to make it more than two thrusts, especially with her whimpering and wiggling around on it. Out of pure desperation to give her pleasure before I take mine, I reach around her hip to the juncture of her thighs and rub the pad of my middle finger against her clit. She bucks with such desperation that the chains of the swing clang together, the sound mingling with my out-of-control, grunting breaths.

“That cock tease pussy better come on these fingers after putting on such a show for me.” I switch to my thumb, brushing it side to side, quickly, over that swollen button of flesh. “Go on, pumpkin. Show me the real reason you leave the panties at home.”

She hiccups her way through a sob, the muscles of her back seizing beneath me. She shakes the chains of the swing, her orgasm sending a flood of moisture into the palm of my hand, pumping me full of pride. Gratification. Her whimpers echo around the park and I want to taste her pleasure. Bask in it. So I bring my soaked palm to my mouth and lick it thoroughly, that sugar hitting me in the back of the throat.

“Fuck yes,” I growl, delving my tongue in between each finger to get it all. Every ounce of her sweetness. It’s all mine. “Needed to make sure you ask for another trip to the park tomorrow, didn’t I?”

“Yes, I will. I will.”

“Good girl,” I praise, kissing the crown of her head.

She whines and pulses over those two words, working herself on my stiff dick where it’s buried in her asshole. “Yes,” she pants. “I’m a good girl.”

Lust is snapping and slavering at my throat and I can’t hold back any longer. I take firm hold of her hips, pull my shaft out halfway and sink between her waiting cheeks, my rasping curse tumbling out into the night air. “Oh sweet Jesus.”

I thought it would only take two pumps.

That’s all I should be allowed. She’s never done this before. Hell, I haven’t done it before, but it’s all about pleasure for me and none of the discomfort. Although, she doesn’t seem to be experiencing much. Not if her thready moans are any indication. Or the way she gasps in pure ecstasy every time I pound home, my hips ramming into her buttocks, again, again. It was only supposed to be two thrusts, but even my balls have put their desperation on hold out of pure wonder over the tight, untried friction of her asshole.