She smirks. “So you’re keeping secrets now?”
I shrug. “Just a few.”
Even though I’m dying to get her to myself, we stop to get some drinks on the way home. We both drink too much, and we both walk back to my place more than a little tipsy. When we get upstairs, I drag her laughing and kicking to the shower, where I set her inside fully clothed. She laughs, trying to escape, but failing as I push my way in with my clothes still on, too. The water quickly soaks through my dress shirt and my slacks. Her thin white blouse is already plastered to her tits and they look fuckin’ amazing. The dark circles of her nipples are clearly visible, and I cup them tightly.
I push myself against her, my hard cock digging into her. Her hands glide up my back, digging into the thick muscles and tugging at my shirt. I pry my hands from her tits long enough to rip my shirt open, sending buttons pinging to the shower floor. I pull her shirt over her head and toss it to the ground with a wet flop. She yanks at my pants and I help her by flinging my belt aside and yanking them down. My cock springs free. She starts pulling at her long skirt that is hugging the curves of her hips and ass wetly. I rip it down and then tug her panties apart like they’re made of wet paper. I step closer until my cock is resting between her thighs and against her pussy.
She clenches her thighs, creating a warm grip around my cock that I use to rub myself as I crush my mouth against hers, kissing her deeply and pulling her hips into me. Fuck, she feels good. I can feel the heat of her cunt, she’s so wet for me. My heart pounds and her slick body slides against mine, hard and soft in all the right places, making it feel like something inside me is building, ready to burst unless I get inside her soon. I shut off the water, unable to take it anymore.
She leans forward, trying to kiss me again, but I put my finger to her lips. “No.” I say. “You’re overdue for some punishment. I just needed to clean your filthy body before I could make you pay.”
Her large eyes look up at me mischievously. I’ll wipe that humor from her face soon enough. She’ll be screaming in pleasure and pain before I’m done.
30
Aubriella
Vince makes me stand perfectly still while he takes his time drying me. He doesn’t miss a spot, and I blush as he works his way around my ass and my pussy with the towel, kneeling to make sure he catches every drop. His attention makes me self-conscious, but I can see his face in the mirror and the utter pleasure in his features is unmistakable. It’s hard to think badly of myself with him looking at me like that. No, it’s impossible. I feel fresh heat spread to my core when I think of how much he wants me.
Once I’m dry, he quickly dries his own beautiful, naked body. I take my time admiring it. He has slabs upon slabs of muscle. When he picks me up, his muscles flex, standing out clearly as he lifts me. He carries me like I weigh nothing toward his bedroom.
He sets me down and we both stand in his bedroom with the night lights of New York sparkling up at us from his wide windows. We’re completely naked. I look down to his length, which stands huge and erect. He cups my chin and tilts my head up. “You do what I say, understand?”
I nod. My core clenches. The way he completely dominates me makes me feel so turned on. I just want to make him happy, to please him. Watching how much pleasure he gets from my submission is reward enough to play along. Besides, I’ll take any excuse to have his hands on me.
He puts his hands on his hips, glaring down at me. “Get on the bed. Now. Ass up.”
I crawl on the bed like he asks.
“On your knees.”
I do as he says, feeling exposed as he stands in full view of me, naked and bent over. I hear a sigh of pleasure from him that makes me forget my embarrassment. He’s loving it. Every bit of it. My skin prickles, as if waiting for his touch.
“Do you want to cum?” he asks. There’s no playfulness in his voice, no humor. Just ice.
“Yes.”
“If you want to cum, you need to be punished. You’ve been bad to me. Very bad.”
He puts his hand on my ass and I immediately know he’s about to hit me there. I tense. He pulls his hand back and brings it down on my ass, hard. There’s no hesitation or restraint in the blow. I lurch forward with the force of it, whimpering in pain. I reach to soothe the spot, but the heat of his wet lips soothes the pain away. I must be a masochist, because the pain somehow intensifies the pleasure of his touch until it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. Each motion of his lips against me is like electricity, sending currents of white hot pleasure through my body and making my pussy throb in response.