And with that, I proceed to give her exactly what she’s asked for: the hardest, fastest fucking I can give her.
Chapter Fifty-One
Melissa
Tommy’s long and thick cock slides into me. As he pushes it all the way in, and I feel each stiff inch glide into my pussy, I’m hypnotized by the pleasure. By the myriad of sensations assaulting me from all directions. I’m groaning and moaning under just how much I’m being stretched and stuffed, but it isn’t unpleasant.
While Tommy is quite a bit longer and thicker than Dennis, I don’t feel any pain as he slides himself in me to the hilt. In fact, all I feel is the pleasant, achy pleasure that comes from getting stuffed with at least ten inches of smooth, hard cock.
Being bent over the railing as I am, I’m lightheaded and giddy. I’m hungry for a hard and fast ride from him while I watch the sunrise. While I sing out along with the birds, not caring who might hear. As Tommy groans and comments on how warm my pussy is, I tell him to not go easy on me. To fuck me as hard and fast as he wants, because this is a punishment after all.
Tommy immediately obliges, grabbing me by both hips and beginning to plow into me with heavy, fast pumps of his hips. It’s a little bit jarring at first, but within the next few seconds, I’m already into my “mode”—my blissful, out of my head way that I get when my boyfriend dominates me.
I sigh and whimper with each of his thrusts, enjoying the sensation of being pressed and slapped by the balcony railing, as much by Tommy’s pelvis, thighs, and his balls, which are slapping my clit. Under these sensations, I start shivering and quaking badly. So much so, that I have to actually grip the railing with my hands more tightly.
Tommy, if he senses the jelly he’s turning me into, he doesn’t stop his taking of me. He only continues to fuck me harder and faster, grabbing up my hair in his fingers and pulling my head back toward him. As he does, he leans up into my neck and growls, “Feeling punished enough yet?”
Before I can reply “yes” or “no,” he pushes my head back down and moves the hand that surrounds my hip to my clit. There, he begins to tease and stroke it. Rubbing it with his thick fingers. Something I’m immediately in to, even though it throws us off balance. It’s fun and devious and makes the stimulation happening in my pussy even more pervasive as if his dick’s grown and thickened up even more.
I cry out at this, pounding myself back into him. Riding him just as hungrily and urgently as he’s riding me as he catches me doing this, he smacks my ass and bends me back over the balcony.
“You’re being punished,” he says, gasping from pleasure and exertion, as he readjusts his finger on my clit, and really starts to fondle it. I feel heat and tingles start to flow from my core. “Not rewarded, remember?” As he says this, he thrusts into me all the way. As he does, he makes a point of pushing in as far as he can go, and holding it there, before pulling back out, slowly and methodically.
“I know,” I squeal, feeling my pussy starting to jitter around him with waves of sweet, forbidden joy. “I know I’m being bad.”
“Then be a good pet and take all of this,” breathes Tommy, pumping me even harder and faster than he was before. It only lasts a second, though. Suddenly, I feel Tommy clench up. His fingers jerking over my clit. By the way they twitch and shake, I know he’s cumming. I can feel it rising in him, even before he croaks out something to that effect. He lets go of my clit at that point, forcing me back into him, as he completely lets go.
I let go as well, to my surprise. Though Tommy’s hand and fingers have left me, and therefore, have abandoned getting me an orgasm, I have one anyway. My pussy stiffens and then releases in a wave of quivers.
I just reach back and pull his lips to mine. I explore his mouth with my tongue, humming happily as I feel a few final tingles leave me and traveled down my body. “Oh my God, Tommy,” I murmur, “If that was a punishment, I can’t wait to see what a reward is with you, sir.”
Tommy just chuckles. “I know. Your boss is just that mysterious.” He pulls away from the kiss, scooping me up into his arms like a Princess. As he holds me there like that, he says, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m just sorry it was over kind of quick.” He blushes. Under this blush I get what he’s afraid of. That he came prematurely, and somehow didn’t satisfy me.