“Show me.Show me how much you want this, how needy you are.”
Hesitantly, she pushes back against me, rocking on my cock.
I jerk the belt, making her feel the hard length of my cock jammed against her pussy.
She makes a strangled noise.
“Make me come all over your pussy.” I force out the words as she squeezes her ass and wet pussy lips around the hard length of my cock, grinding on me.
I suddenly want to watch her come like this, my belt around her neck, her clothes in disarray, her need all over my cock.
She whines when I step back.
She’s close to coming. Her clit is hard between her swollen pussy lips. I angle my cock so she can rock forward, back arching as she leans into the friction, working her clit on the tip of my cock until she’s coming with a strangled cry.
The cheap fabric of her clothes—fuck her, I’m buying her new stuff—tears easily when I pull at the seams.
She’s pawing at the belt. I slap her ass then pull off my shirt and dump it into the tangle of clothes on the floor.
“Can your pussy take me?” I kiss her neck. My cock drags heavy and wet on the back of her trembling thighs.
Her nipples are hard under my fingers as I pinch them while I spread her pussy. She folds over the counter as I force my cock into her so hard and fast my balls slap against her wet ass.
She lets out a strangled noise as I adjust my grip on the leather, manhandling her.
I’m not ready for the condom yet. I pull out and slam into her again once more, again and again, filling her pussy with my huge cock, stretching her, claiming her. I pull out before I can come from the velvety feel of her.
She reaches back, trying to grab for me.
“I want to feel your cum.” She pants.
“Fuck.” I grind against her ass, fucking the slit of her pussy until I’m spraying ropy white come all over her cunt and ass.
She takes a shuddering breath as I work my fingers through the come in her pussy, fingers on her clit until she’s moaning an orgasm on me.
With the leather belt still around her neck like a collar, I drag her to the couch, not done with her.
Her knees are shaky as I force her down to kneel in front of me. She leans forward, her ass and pussy, covered with my come, in the air.
“Make me hard again so I can fuck you properly.”
Her lips are swollen, red and wet—perfect to wrap around my cock.
I kick off my pants and boxer briefs but not before pulling a condom out of my pocket.
“You want that, don’t you?” I palm it, watching her kneel in front of me, her legs spread, the smooth slit of her pussy just visible between the V of her tits. “You talk all this shit about what you will and won’t accept from me. Turns out you just wanted my cock all along, didn’t you?” I grab the belt and force her down on my cock.
Her mouth is so sloppy wet as she takes me. I’m already half hard again for her.
She groans as my cock grows in her mouth.
Hand on the belt, I hold her in place so I can fuck her face. I let her feel the weight of my cock on her tongue, the fat head hitting the back of her throat as I take her mouth like I’m going to take her pussy.
Her hips are rocking like she wishes my cock were between her legs, not in her mouth.
“You do want to get fucked, don’t you, Cupcake?” I pull her off my cock, draw her up and onto the couch so she straddles me. Tugging the belt, I pull her in for a kiss, licking my way into her mouth while her hands scrabble against my shoulder as she kneels above me, her pussy practically dripping all over my cock.
“You ready for me?” I whisper against her mouth, sliding two fingers into her pussy. I roll the condom on.
