“I do,” he said, tugging my shorts off and dipping his head down. “I think I’ll have you begging to be fucked in no time.”
“Do you?” I asked as I leaned back.
He gave me a cocky grin and slid the crotch of my panties aside. Sparing one glance at my pussy, he returned his eyes to mine.
“Judging from this dripping cunt, yes.”
He dove in, making me suck in a sharp breath, only taking breaks to taunt me.
“I think I’ll make you wait too.”
He tickled my clit.
“Make you bend over and spread yourself open while I watch. Hell, maybe I’ll make a couple more steaks while you’re begging.”
I pushed his head into my pussy. “You talk too much.”
Fuck, he could work his tongue. He could make me come in a minute or an hour, depending on how evil he felt. And today, Satan himself feasted on me.
“You’re killing me,” I finally said, refusing to beg, to ask him to make me come, but trying to drag his mouth back to me.
“Stay,” he said, straightening. “Just like that, legs wide. And hold your panties aside. I want to see your cunt.”
“I hate you,” I said to his back but pulled the string of my panties aside, feeling all the more exposed for it.
“You love me,” he answered, disappearing into the house.
I stayed as I was, liking it, out in the open, exposed for him. The backyard was completely private, but it thrilled me to think someone could walk around the house at any moment and find me like this.
He was back a few moments later, and I saw what he carried with him. A tube of lube.
“Good girl.”
He was happy to see that I was still in position. He lifted me to stand, turned me around, and pushed me to bend over before sliding my panties down to midthigh and stopping.
“What are you doing?” I asked, glancing back at him as he stepped away.
“Reach back and spread your ass open.”
“I won’t beg you,” I said and slid my hands back to my ass and did what he wanted. The expression on his face was worth my own embarrassment. I slipped the panties off to spread my legs wider.
“Fuck.”
“What?” I taunted, wanting him but wanting him to be the one to beg. “You want?”
He rubbed himself over his jeans and approached me. He unzipped his jeans, took out his cock, and stroked it.
“You okay there, Salvatore?” I asked, arching my back and wiggling my hips before sliding a finger inside myself, then smearing the moisture up and around my back hole.
With a groan, he slid into my pussy. I put my hands back on the table when he gripped my hips, his eyes going dark as he watched himself fuck me.
It felt so fucking good, him slowly sliding in and out of me, thinking of him seeing me as I opened for him making me wetter.
But then he stopped moving, kept his cock in my pussy, and picked up the lube.
I groaned, and he grinned, uncapping it and squeezing out a generous amount before rubbing it onto me. That was when he started to move again, his cock in my cunt, his fingers in my ass.
“This is not fair,” I managed.
“Just ask for it, and I’ll give it to you good and hard just like you like it.”
“Fuck you.”
He withdrew his cock and rubbed it through my folds instead, his fingers still working in my ass.
“I won’t,” I grunted, fisting my hands. “I…”
He leaned over me and tickled my ear with this tongue. “Just say please. Just once.”
“Never!”
“Feels good and tight, Lucia. You’re ready for a good, hard, ass fucking. You want it. I just need the word,”
“You’ll never let me forget it.”
“Think of it, of me pounding into that tight little hole. Think of how sensitive it is, how you’re already so close.” He pulled his cock away from my clit and withdrew his fingers. “But if you don’t want it—”
“Please!”
“Please, what?” he whispered, cock ready at my ass.
“Please fuck my ass.”
I swear I heard him smile.
“I told you you’d do it.”
He kissed my cheek before straightening. He pulled apart my ass cheeks with one hand, smeared lube on his length with the other. How I loved watching him grip his cock. I could just look at that all day long. He grinned and slid the other hand beneath me.
“And you call me dirty.”
I arched my back. “Fuck me already.”
“Up on your elbows. It’s going to be hard and fast.”
I braced myself but couldn’t have been ready for that.
“Good girls get rewarded, Lucia, remember that?”
“Fuck, yes!” His fingers worked my clit roughly while his cock thrust in and out, movements deep, slow at first but increasing in pace as I came, my first orgasm making me cry out, making him thicken inside me until, on the heels of my second orgasm, he thrust one final time and fell over my back, his cock throbbing as he came. He breathed hard against my ear and bit the edge of it just a little too hard, but that nip drew one final, smaller shudder from me.