“Tyler, I am disappointed in you. You need to stop fighting me and tell me the truth. I know why you did it. I just want to hear it from that gorgeous mouth of yours.” Fisting her hair, I yanked her up towards me and rubbed my throbbing cock onto her ass. She closed her eyes with a moan, letting me savour her dying need for me.
“Did you want that jerk-off to fuck you?” I hissed into her ear. “Did you want that fucker’s hands on you?” Putting my hand on her breast, I cupped and squeezed her nipple, feeling them hard and ready for me.
“Please,” Tyler moaned again. She was desperate for me to take her.
Reaching down to her ass, I gave it a little stroke before spanking her again. “Wrong fucking answer, Tyler.” I gripped her tightly to me, hand still fisted in her hair. “Did you want that man to fuck you?”
“No,” she breathed, an air of longing in her voice.
My hand found her breast again as I fondled and played with her nipple. Leaning closer to her ear, I closed my eyes for a second, savouring her coconut scent. “Why not, Tyler?” I whispered, puckering her erect nipple with my fingers
“Because,” she moaned again under my touch, but I couldn’t lose her just yet.
I reached down and slapped her one more time. “Because why, Tyler?”
She roared like the caged tiger I knew she was. “Because I want you to fuck me. I always want you to fuck me!” Her eyes blazed with wanton fury, setting off a burning inside of me. Crippling need took over as I unzipped my trousers and let my cock spring to life. I almost sighed with relief. It had been aching to get out all night. It had been searching for its release, and I was about to give it to him.
Tyler moaned, knowing full well what was happening behind her. I didn’t envisage touching her down there to see if she was even wet, but the gentleman in me had to know she was ready. I reached down and, sure enough, she was soaking wet.
“You’re going to receive your punishment now,” I stated.
Tyler tried to turn, but I held her in place. “What is that supposed to mea—?”
I didn’t let her finish. I plunged my cock inside of her, watching as her eyes sprung wide open, and her lips parted with a groan.
I knew what she was thinking. I was going to do this another time, but seeing as she behaved the way she did tonight, I felt the punishment was quite fitting. She was wondering how fucking her was a punishment at all. It wasn’t, but she would see afterwards what I meant by that.
“Oh god,” she whimpered as I thrust myself into her again. I didn’t mean to, but my grip loosened in her hair and it was only when she stuttered out a “no” that I realized she liked it.
Fisting her hair tighter, I yanked as I plunged deeper inside her. Every emotion in me tried to shut down, but it was no use. I could feel her. It was almost as if she was made for me. She was so tight, so warm, so fucking delectable around my cock, I couldn’t possibly hold back the growl that escaped my lips.
Tyler shuddered again, making me pump faster and harder. I tried to stay focused because I had to stay focused, but every instinct in my body was telling me to let go and just feel her. Enjoy her. Take her like she wanted to be taken. I couldn’t possibly let my emotions get the better of me. Yes, I had to take her pleasure, but I couldn’t turn it into a longing for her. I didn’t long for Tyler. I only needed her for my own twisted desires.
Grabbing her hip with one hand, I pulled her against me, using leverage from the one fisted in her hair. She had no other choice but to let me take full control and completely possess her. “Who do you belong to, Tyler? Who is the only person allowed to touch you?” I rammed myself into her to emphasise my point. Tyler cried out.
I kept going. I kept pushing my cock deeper and deeper into her wetness. I wanted to crawl inside it. I wanted to consume every inch of her.
“Who do you belong to, Tyler!” I demanded again, feeling a familiar sensation taking over me. I couldn’t come. Not yet.
I yanked at her again and Tyler let out strangled cry. “Oh, god! I’m going to come!” she screamed.
“Tyler!” I shouted, demanding that she tell me.
“Lotus!” she screamed as her pussy tightened around me. “I am yours, Lotus! I’m fucking yours!”
The sensory overload took over. She felt so good, squeezing my cock with her climax. She sounded good screaming my name, telling me she belonged to me. It was all too much. With one last grip of her hips, I roared, pounding my own orgasm into her.
I breathed out, trying to spark my body into action. I had to get out of there. I couldn’t stay there with her, basking in the calm of both our orgasms. Tyler was spent. Her eyes closed, she practically hugged the table with both hands as her own breathing tried to calm.