“You’re going to regret not saying it,” he said.
“I doubt that.”
He moved back and began to unbuckle his belt. “You don’t think I can punish you?”
I shook my head. “Good try, though.”
He pulled his belt off and dropped it on the floor. He unbuckled his pants slowly. I watched him, breathing deep, as he slipped his jeans down off his body, leaving only his tight black boxer briefs. Finally, he slipped off his tight white T-shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and abs, his incredible body. I bit my lip, excitement building as he stepped forward.
“Haven’t even started.”
He grabbed my hips and spun me around. I put my hands up to steady myself against the wall as his left hand held my hips and his right found my aching spot. I felt his fingers tease my clit as his body pressed up against my back, his warm breath on my neck.
“Say it,” he whispered.
“No,” I moaned back.
He spanked my ass then, hard. I gasped, shocked.
“Say it.”
“No way.”
He spanked me again. And again. And when I was ready to cry out for more, to say anything he wanted, he went back to teasing my clit in practiced circles. Pleasure flew through me, turning the stinging pain of his slaps into earth-shattering joy.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“You should have just said it.”
“Shut up, ass.” I pushed off the wall hard. He stumbled back a step as I turned and came at him. I grabbed his cock, hard, and began to work its length. He grunted, and I could tell that he was surprised at how fiercely I moved and how hard I kissed him. I felt him stiffen even more in my hand as my tongue entered his mouth and I worked his length. Finally, I pulled away and dropped to my knees, slipping his boxer briefs down his muscular thighs.
I knew it was crazy, I knew I was in the most dangerous and stressful situation of my entire life, but I couldn’t help myself. There was something about him, something that I needed. Something savage and dark overtook me as I gripped the base of his thick rod, feeling his stiffness in my palm. He looked down at me with one of the most intense gazes I’d ever seen, his entire expression locked on my mouth as I slowly slipped the tip of him against my tongue. I tasted his salty skin and moved him deeper into my mouth, wrapping my lips around him and sucking hard.
He groaned, and his hands began to caress my head as I grabbed the back of his thighs and slipped him in and out of my mouth. I worked him with my tongue and he grunted as I moved faster. I reached up and felt his ass right as he grabbed the back of my head, pressing himself deeper into my mouth. I grabbed and tensed but loved the feeling of his hands on the back of my head.
“Fucking hell, keep doing that,” he grunted.
I let him work me like that, gently pushing my head down as I grabbed on to the backs of his legs. His cock pressed into my throat, fucking me, and the slapping wet noises echoed in the empty room. I loved how he grunted for me and how he took what he wanted, like there was no question that I’d let him shove his heavy dick down my throat.
And there really was no question: I wanted every inch of him, ever speck of his manhood, every ounce he’d give me.
He pulled back, letting me catch my breath, and leaned forward to smell my hair and kiss the top of my head. I stroked the back of his legs, a thin strand of saliva connecting my tongue to his cock, as he tipped my head back and kissed me hard.
“Been thinking about that since we met,” he said as he pulled away.
“Of course you have.”
He gripped my hair, pulling softly, and I let out a small gasp.
“You fucking sexy bitch,” he grunted, kissing me again.
I could feel myself beginning to lose whatever was separating me from him, whatever was holding me back. I could feel it slipping away, dropping down between the cracks in the hard wood floor as his tongue roamed my mouth and his hand held the hair behind my head. Finally, he pulled back, eyes fierce.
“Get up,” he commanded.
I obeyed and stood. He leaned forward and pulled a condom out of his back pocket. He kicked his pants and underwear away.
I smirked at him. “You always keep one of those handy?”
He grinned at me. I gaped at his hard body as he grabbed my hips and spun me around, pushing me back up against the wall. His rough fingers found my moist spot again, rubbing it as waves of pleasure rocked my spine.
“Only when I have a girl like you in the house,” he said.
“Why would you . . . think I’d put out?” I breathed.
“I see how you look at me.”
Annoyed, I tried to push away again, but he held me then. My anger was quickly forgotten when I heard him rip the condom and deftly slide it down his length. He grasped my hips and I steadied myself against the wall with my hands. I felt the tip of something hard press up against my dripping wet spot.