“No worries, I’m young and flexible,” I cooed. “I can do it.”
The big man just grunted again. I saw from the corner of my eye that he’d completely turned away from his monitor now and was fisting his dick slowly now while staring at my bare ass, my boobs dragging on the ground as I crouched over.
“So Mr. Jones, what do you say?” I baited again, shaking my kitty at him once more. I heard an incoherent grunt come from his direction, those blue eyes blazing as they took in my wet folds. “Wanna try position number three hundred and fifty seven here? It just means that we’ll have to … um, stretch a little first, maybe warm up and get our muscles loosened.”
But Chris was done with games.
“Face down, ass up,” he ground out, eyes hot on my curves.
And I moaned throatily because suddenly playtime was over, the tone of his voice had changed so that the alpha was at the fore now, commanding, dominant, forcing me to do his bidding.
And like a little fuckdoll, I did exactly as I was told. I pushed the book aside and lowered my cheek until it was pressed against the Persian rug, my ass high up, wafts of warm air drifting across my pussy, shivering across my thighs.
“Sir,” I murmured breathily, “Is this what you want?”
I half-expected him to be on me in a moment, to feel the tip of him probing at my soft folds before pushing inside all the way, making me cream and shiver uncontrollably, my cheek smashed into the ground as he pounded me again and again. But instead, the big man just watched.
“Baby,” he growled low in his throat. “Pull yourself open for me.”
And I did as he ordered. Bracing my narrow shoulders on the ground, I reached both hands in back so that I was cupping my ass cheeks and slowly pulled the meaty orbs apart, my white flesh opening to show my pink slit, everything from clit to asshole.
“Like this, Daddy?” I asked. “You wanna fuck me like this?” I panted against the ground. Oh god, I was dying for his touch now, I wanted it so bad, my clit throbbed hotly, my channel creaming in anticipation of his touch.
But I hadn’t been thorough enough.
“No baby girl,” he growled in reply. “Show me what you got up that passageway.”
And I moaned throatily then, my eyes closed. Because Chris is a master and my pussy is his playground. He wanted to see absolutely everything I had to give. And so with another whine, I let go of my ass cheeks, spreading my legs further before reaching between my thighs with both hands and delicately pulling my labia apart, baring my inner pinkness to him, the folds so steamy and wet, pulsing for his touch.
“Daddy, like this?” I murmured again. “Is this what you wanted?”
And this time the big man was satisfied.
“Fuck, little girl,” he ground out, “Fuck fuck fuck, you’re so beautiful, that cunt’s so tight, so small, so …”
“So pink?” I giggled. “Dying for …”
But I wasn’t able to finish because he was on me then.
“FUCK!” he roared, thrusting his dick in me in one fell swoop, nailing me deep. “Oh FUCK you’re tight!”
And I squealed then, almost lifted in the air by his hugeness, my hips bucking uncontrollably, panting and gasping. My boobs swayed as he knelt behind me, drilling me again and again.
“Ohh!” I shrieked, lifting my chin up, throwing my head back so that brown curls spilled over my shoulders. “Oh oh oh!”
And the big man took his cue. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head so that I was arched backwards almost painfully as his dick thrust away.
“You like that?” he growled, using my hair like the reins on a horse. “You like that little filly?”
And I could only mewl and cry my pleasure, my cunt was about to explode, I was so swollen and wet, stretched and full of his dick that words escaped me, I was incoherent with ecstasy.
“Mmmm!” I screamed again. “Mmmm!”
I thought I was going come then, it was so hard, fast and rough, and we did it differently each time, this being one of my favorites, being ridden like a horse, jerked and controlled as his dick sawed away in back. But suddenly, Chris stopped all movement and the cessation made me mewl and cry out in desperation. I needed cock in me, his member was the source of my desire and I couldn’t understand how we’d gone from a deep drill to a complete standstill.
“Daddy?” I panted. “Mr. Jones?”
But the big man just slapped my ass hard, once, making me jolt and jiggle before massaging the red area, his fingers warm, gliding over the sensitive spot.
“Wha-what was that for?” I asked, panting. “Did I do something bad?”