Slap Shot(41)

I didn’t have to wait long. He hit down again, each buttock, fucking me harder with his hand as he did so, his knuckles bashing into my pussy lips and his fingers surging at my G-spot. I clung to the pole, my spine was boneless, the pain driving me up to an almighty orgasm.

“You’re nearly ready,” he whispered by my ear. “So very nearly.”

More blows rained down, swift and the exact force I needed. Each one a hot torment I greedily fed off.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled his fingers out. Stepping in tight, he reached up and unfurled my hands, lowered my arms. The next thing I knew I was on the floor, elbows and knees. Resting my forehead on my arms, I opened my eyes long enough to see a condom wrapper land to my left.

The wide head of his cock brushed my pussy. I bucked backward, trying to get him to fill me. I was missing his fingers inside me like I would miss my four limbs. “Rick,” I gasped when he made no move to enter me.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he said, curling his hands over my hips. “So damn beautiful all marked by me.”

I was feverish, shaking with the need to come. I went in search of my clit, slotted my first two fingers on either side of it and began to milk it just the way I liked.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Dana,” he said in a low voice. “Hard. You reckon you can take it hard?”

“Yes, yes, oh god, please.”

Suddenly he forged in, ramming to the hilt. If he hadn’t had hold of me I would have hit the other side of the room. As it was my arm stretched out and I momentarily lost contact with my clit. I gave a quick thanks for the fact I was so wet, otherwise his impatient entry would have hurt in a bad way.

Scrabbling for my clit again, I braced for his next thrust. This time he went even deeper. And as if he wasn’t satisfied that he’d penetrated me to maximum depth, when his balls slapped against my pussy lips he shunted in some more, pushing at my cervix. Air was forced from my lungs, the way he was filling me was so profound that I barely knew where he ended and I began.

“Fucking has never felt so fucking good,” he groaned.

I couldn’t answer, all my brain power was used up on sensation. Just when I thought I was on overload, another stinging whack rained down on each buttock. An electric current to my pelvis, it zinged through every overwrought nerve I possessed.

“I’m coming,” I cried into the floor. “Oh Rick, oh god, I’m coming.”

His cock barged against my G-spot and my fingers flickered and tormented my clit, yet another resounding slap, each cheek, at the perfect moment. Bliss washed over me, a hot, needy, wild, glorious bliss that had my nub hiding from my own stimulation and my pussy dragging Rick’s cock even higher.

“Ah, fuck, how the hell do you do that squeezing with your…ah fuck, yeah!” His hips stilled and his cock pulsed inside me. His pleasure-saturated shout of ecstasy echoed around the room, rang through my ears and settled in my soul.

He collapsed on top of me, barely taking his weight. I could hardly breathe but still my pussy kept clamping around him, delighting in his moment of climax combining with mine. I twisted my head to the side. His lips were on my cheek, groans and moans grunting up from his throat.

“Jesus, that’s incredible,” he gasped, thankfully shifting the majority of his weight up onto his elbows. “It’s always so intense with you, so fucking awesome.”

“Yes.” I sucked in air and willed my heart to steady. “Tell me about it.”



When our breathing had regained some semblance of normality, Rick carried me upstairs and ran a deep bath in the en-suite. He climbed in and held out his hand. “Come on, babe, it will feel nice, I promise.”

I looked warily at the steaming water, not convinced of how it would feel on my burning butt.

“Trust me,” he said.

Taking his hand, I stepped in. The water was not quite as hot as I thought it was going to be. Back facing him, I sank down between his legs. When the water hit my buttocks I winced.

“It will only hurt for a few seconds,” he said, circling his hands around my waist. His thumbs and fingers practically met at my belly and spine.

I lowered some more and the sting intensified. I gasped.

“Shh,” he said. “Count to ten, then it will be soothing, I promise.”

He continued to urge me downward until my tender butt settled on the smooth base of the bath.

“There you go,” he said into my ear as my head rested back into the curve between his shoulder and his neck. “Is it feeling better now?”

“A bit.” I placed my hands over his knees and concentrated on the feel of his chest against my shoulder blades rather than the white-cold heat of the pain.