“Yeah.”
“Is it too rough?”
I shook my head. “No, I like it.”
I felt his smile as he kissed the side of my head. “Ready for my cock, then?”
“I—uh—”
Calvin petted my head. “No? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I insisted.
Calvin rubbed my ass again. “You like when I slap your ass? Is that it?”
“Yes,” I said quietly, burying my face into my arms.
Calvin chuckled. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’ll give you whatever you want, sweetie.” He moved back behind me, and I listened to the foil of a condom wrapper and more lube. The head of Calvin’s cock gently pressed against me, then eased in, breaching and filling me.
Then he smacked me hard, and my muscles tightened instinctively around him.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned while rubbing my ass. “That’s right. You like that, don’t you?”
I shivered and shook on my hands and knees, my cock hard as a rock between my legs. “Yes, do it again!”
Calvin shoved in a bit more, moving slowly when I hissed and cursed under my breath. “Okay?” he murmured.
I moaned some kind of response, glad Calvin was pushing in slow. He smacked me again when he was about halfway in, and the groan he made when I tightened around him was so incredible. I felt good knowing I was giving him the same sort of pleasure he was able to give me. I got one more hard smack before he was inside me completely.
Calvin’s hands ran up and down my back, soothing my ass and up my sides. “Ready?”
“Just fuck me!”
He grabbed onto my shoulders and started pounding into me. I felt as if I were completely at his will. From behind, on my knees with my ass in the air, Calvin was able to fuck me fast and hard. Every time I shoved back to meet him, he’d smack my cheeks. They were hot and stung a little, but the pain was so fucking pleasurable, all I could do was helplessly beg formore.
More of Calvin’s cock in me, more of his hands on me, more of him dictating the speed, the angle, the roughness. More of every dirty little thing he said as he lost himself in pleasure. He told me how good I was, how my ass was the best he’d ever had, how he wanted to come inside me and lick me clean.
I cried out loudly, moving my weight onto one hand to stroke myself. I was so hard, it hurt—I’d never needed a release as much as I needed one in that moment.
“You ready to come?” Calvin asked, one hand gripping my hair as he fucked me.
“Yes! I need to come,” I begged.
“That’s good, baby. Keep stroking yourself.”
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I said while awkwardly trying to keep moving back to meet him. My breath caught in my chest, and every muscle in my body tightened. “Oh God! Calvin!” And then I was coming hard, spurting onto the clean sheets and whimpering when he smacked my ass again, harder than he had yet.
I could feel Calvin coming, and his hands moved down to my hips, keeping me pressed against him as he rode out the sensations.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he said. “Fuck.” Calvin pulled out and flipped me onto my back, leaned down over me, and kissed me with a sort of aggressive possession.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of me, our kisses eventually calming as our blood cooled. “Wow,” I finally said, laughing.
Calvin grinned and kissed my nose, my cheeks, my forehead. “You liked that?”
“Yeah. I’ve never had that before.”
“Seems to me you’ve been denied a lot of sexual pleasures.”
