Kingpin(18)

“Spread your legs.” My voice is deep, and I’m a dog on a leash rushing against my restraints. I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold myself back.

There is only a moment of hesitation before she does as I ask. She presses her thick thigh harder between my legs, and I groan out loud. She moves her other thigh as far away from me as she can while still remaining on my lap.

“Perfect,” I say, looking down at the dewy wet spot she’s already created against her panties. “Stay still, angel.”

The first smack to her ass is soft but warms her skin into a dark shade of pink. She doesn’t cry out but instinctively raises her ass just a bit more for me to do it again. I place my hand on her back and I can feel her breathing pick up, but this time there are no nerves, only want.

I give her two more, one on each cheek, and lick my lips. I don’t know if I can stop myself if I keep going.

She wiggles against me, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from leaning down and biting her ass. I want to push her thighs apart and taste the sweet honey between her pussy lips.

“More?” I ask as my hand trails over her cheeks and to her panty-covered pussy. Wet cotton greets my eager fingertips, and I rub her there. When she moans and nods, I bring the fingers to my upper lip and rub them there. I want the smell of her cunt on me while I do this. It will be the only thing to give me some relief.

I don’t count each spank as I go from cheek to cheek. But the longer I do it, the more her hips move against me. Rising up as I come down, trying to rub her pussy against me to get her off. Her face is turned toward me, and I see the sweat around her hair. Her hands are gripping the bedspread and I can’t stand it any longer. The sight of her so turned on and on the edge of climax is enough to put me six feet under.

After one final smack, I grab the edge of her underwear and rip it off her, throwing the scraps on the ground. I plunge two fingers inside her soaking wet cunt as my thumb goes to her clit and rubs her in fast circles.

“Salvatore!” she screams as she arches up and then falls back to the bed.

I work her hard and fast, her pussy clenching me as her orgasm is like a tidal wave and takes her over the edge. There is no stopping the pleasure that’s hitting her, and she shouts in both pleasure and fear as it drowns her.

I’m a man with many sins on my shoulders, so there was never any stopping this. Stopping me. I’m on my knees on the floor behind her, spreading her legs and replacing my fingers with my mouth before she can finish her climax.

The taste of her sweet peachy cunt as she pushes back against my face is heaven on earth. My tongue is working her pussy from behind, and I grip her thighs with my hands, wanting her to sit down on me. I want to smother myself in her pleasure and have her juices run down my chin.

Her body tenses and she tries to pull away from my mouth as another climax approaches. But I growl against her and hold her tighter, imprisoning her in passion.

“Don’t you dare take your pussy away from my mouth. You’re under the mistaken impression it belongs to you. But that’s not the case anymore.”

I bite the inside of her thigh, and she shouts my name again as the next orgasm hits her.

I love her clit, licking it in long slow strokes. It slows down the frenzy that had taken over her body and allows her to relax against the bed. As I get the last few tastes of her pussy, I force myself to sit back and stand up.

I reach over and grab the dress I tossed on the bed, then kneel back down at her feet and slide them into it. I wiggle it up her thighs and over her ass before I make her stand up while facing away from me so I can pull the strapless gown up her body. When I get it around her chest, I reach round to her front and cup each breast before putting them into it. I kiss her bare shoulder as I zip it up and then hold her back to my front. I wrap my arms around her waist and bury my nose in her hair, breathing in her strawberry scent.

“Can you manage your own shoes, or do you need me to do those, too?” I ask, kissing down her neck.

There’s a shyness to her voice as she shakes her head and then answers me. “I think I can manage.”

“Let me dote on you a little longer,” I say as I turn her around in my arms and then sit her down on the bed.

I walk over to the closet and reach down to grab the shoes that go with the outfit. When I get back to the bed, I kneel down in front of her and pick up one delicate foot. I kiss the top of it before sliding the shoe on, then give the second the same treatment.

When I look up, I see that the look of anger and frustration from earlier is gone, and now in its place are questions and confusion.

“Later, angel. We’re running late,” I say, reading her mind.