She bites her lip, but then a gasp escapes her mouth as I smack her ass.
“You know what else I like? This ass.”
I slap it again, making her jolt up and down against the wall.
“Fuck …”
“Painful?”
“No …” she murmurs, clasping her legs together, which tells me her pussy responds to the pain in a good way. Fuck. Could this girl be any more perfect? I don’t ever fuck a girl twice, but with her … I might think about it.
“Good because I enjoy seeing a red ass. It matches your hair well.” I pull on her wrists and bend her over so her ass is pointing toward me. Then I zip down my pants and take out my cock. I pull a condom from my pocket and rip it open with my mouth, spitting away the plastic as I wrap the latex around my hard-on.
As my tip touches her entrance, she hisses a little, almost like she’s preparing for me to thrust. But I don’t like it when she’s prepared.
I slide my cock along her slit, extending the time she’ll have to wait. Her moans grow increasingly louder as I tease her to the limit. My balls are bursting with cum, but I can wait … until she least expects it.
One hard smack to the ass has her almost standing straight again, but I push her back down.
“Don’t move,” I growl. “Take it like a good girl.”
“You’re one kinky motherfucker, aren’t you?”
I smack her other ass cheek. “That’s for the filthy talk.”
“Oh … so you like to punish, huh?”
I fondle her clit while my cock is still erect against her pussy. “As I said, I like to get what I want, and what I want is to fuck you without having to control myself.”
“Don’t …” she murmurs.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t hold back.”
Fuck. Me.
Now, she’s gone and done it.
Without saying a word, I thrust into her pussy completely, making her gasp out loud.
A cry follows as my cock pulses inside her, and then I pull out again … only to thrust again.
I repeat this over and over again, fully claiming her pussy, her moans and gasps filling the room.
“Louder,” I growl, as I pump into her. “I want to hear you scream.”
“Fuck!” she yells.
I slap her ass again, the sudden sizzle making her jolt up.
I use the opportunity to grab one of her tits and toy with it, taking her nipple between my index finger and thumb, rolling it around. Her body is hot against mine, sweat dripping down her back as I fuck her hard and without mercy.
She knows as well as I do how reckless this is. But nothing’s more exciting than being reckless, especially when it comes to sex.
“Please …” she moans.
“Please, what?” I pant into her ear.
Fondling her tits makes her pussy thump, and I get the sense that she’s close.
So I hold her wrists as reins as I fuck her from behind as fast and hard as I can. My own release isn’t the only thing I’m seeking. I want her to make me come.
I flick her clit while ravaging her. “Don’t fight it. Come from my cock fucking your tiny hole, girl.”
“Oh, god …” she moans, her pussy tightening around me.
“Yes, come all over me,” I growl.
When I feel it, I combust.
A loud, drawn-out roar emanates from my mouth as I plunge into her, feeling her clamp around me. My seed jets out in a seemingly never-ending spurt. My toes curl from the intensity, my nails digging into her skin as I hold her wrists tight.
When my cock deflates, I pull out and lean against her back, panting heavily.
“Wow …” she murmurs.
I press a soft kiss to the back of her neck and then untie her wrists.
“Thanks,” she says.
“My pleasure. Literally.” I smirk as I take off the condom, tie it in a knot, and throw it in the bin.
I zip up again as she pulls up her panties and plucks her bra from the floor.
“What now?” she asks.
“Now … nothing.” I shrug as I walk to my kitchen and start some coffee. She keeps looking at me, a bit befuddled. “You’re welcome to shower,” I add.
“Thanks.” She nods, and then saunters off.
She opens a door, and I immediately hear lots of clattering sticks and metal.
“The other door,” I say.
“Oops. Sorry.” She laughs, and I hear her try to pick them up.
“No worries.”
“Right.” She clears her throat. “I broke your broom. What do you want me to do with it?”
She shows me two ends of a stick, one still has the brush on it.
I smirk to myself as my mind overflows with things to say, and I pick the most horrible one. “Paint it pink and tape a vibrator to it.”
She makes a weird, creeped-out face, followed by an annoyed one. I open my mouth to tell her to throw it away instead, but she responds. “Don’t dare me because I will do it.”
I shrug, smiling. Guess I don’t even have to bother. “Cool. Keep it then.”
She narrows her eyes and then storms off.
After a few seconds, I hear the shower running, and I smile to myself. I don’t think this girl really knew what she was doing, after all. She seems clueless, yet it’s kind of endearing too. Not that it matters because I probably won’t ever see her again.
When she’s done showering, I place two cups of coffee on the counter and wait for her to step out. She’s still in her bra and panties as she walks over to me.
“Don’t want to put your clothes back on?” I ask, raising my brows.
“Too hot.”
“Then I guess you don’t want this either.” I attempt to pull the cup of coffee away, but she grabs it before I can.
“I’ll take it,” she muses, our eyes locking for the first time since we had sex.
She blushes and pulls the cup away, almost as if she’s afraid to touch my fingers.
I sigh. Time to pull out the big guns. “Look, I know this is awkward, but it doesn’t have to be,” I say. “It was just sex.”
“Just sex,” she repeats as if it’s a mantra to herself.
“Right, and it doesn’t mean anything.”
“Meaningless sex.” Her eyes drift off a little as she takes a sip of her coffee.
“Doesn’t mean it wasn’t good,” I say, taking a sip too. “You tell me.”
She glances at me and then looks away again.
“Or not. It doesn’t matter. As long as you don’t regret it.”
“No,” she says, looking straight at me. “I don’t regret it. It’s just … the first time I’ve ever done this.”
“What? Just sex?”
“Yeah. Just sex. No boyfriend. No date. No nothing.”
I smile as I put my cup down. “And did you like it?”
A wicked, dirty smile creeps onto her lips. “A lot.”
I grin. “Good. Just remember that.”
After she drinks her coffee, she gets up and collects her clothes, putting them on again with ease. I watch her from a distance as she makes her way to my door. I hesitate to follow her and open it for her, but I know it’ll only make it more difficult, so I don’t.