“Ethan, I?—”
“No,” I interrupt her, tearing the gusset of the panties—I’ll buy her ten more later. “You don’t get to stop me. Not when I finally get to make you come.”
I bury my nose between her folds, dragging it over her clit, wanting to get her arousal all over my face like warpaint. Barbara whimpers when I plunge my tongue into her clenching hole, and I’m right there with her, groaning and growling into her swollen pussy.
Worried I’ll come in my pants, I quickly rip open the front, the button ricocheting off the floor like a stray bullet, and squeeze my cock at the root.
“Fuck,” I hiss when my eyes roll into the back of my head. I’m going to embarrass myself before she comes, and my dick’s not even inside her yet.
Resolving to enjoy going down on her more thoroughly next time, I plunge two fingers from the hand not strangling my dick into her tunnel and wrap my lips around her clit.
“Oh,” Barbara sobs, unclenching one hand from her bunched-up skirt and grabbing the back of my head, pulling me in almost violently.
Baby, I’m not going anywhere.
Finding her G-spot, I attack it mercilessly, simultaneously sucking on the bundle of nerves outside like it’s hard candy.
I ease off just long enough to voice my desperate plea: “Cream on my hand, firecracker. Right fucking now or I’m going to come over your pretty heels.”
Her fingers tug painfully on the short strands of my hair, but I’m actually grateful for the burn, as it keeps me from painting her toenails with my cum like a simp with a foot fetish. Barbara’s back bows off the wall, and she cries out with a high-pitched moan that will ring in my ears until the day I die. Her pussy squeezes my thrusting fingers, and I can almost feel her orgasm pulsing through her clit.
“Fuck yeah, that’s my good girl,” I snarl, still brutally fucking her through the aftershocks.
When she starts catching her breath, I finally let the monster off its leash and get to my feet. With a growl, I grab her and spin her around, bending her over the coatroom reception desk. A second later, her dress is up, revealing her firm ass and the scraps of her lace panties. I hold her down with a hand on her lower back and pull my dominant hand back.
Slap!
“Ouch!” Barbara protests. “What the fuck, Ethan?”
“This is for making me wait so fucking long,” I say, my voice like gravel.
I slap her again, harder this time, then rub my palm over the glowing handprint. Barbara moans, and I reward her by running my fingers over her sopping wet cunt.
“Is this what you wanted, baby? To make me so crazy that I have to punish you?”
“Y—you’re insane,” she hisses. “Get off me!”
“Yeah?” I place the tips of my fingers just at the entrance to her tunnel. “You don’t want this?”
“I hate you,” she whimpers, but at the same time, she scoots back, trying to impale herself on my hand.
“That’s what I thought, firecracker,” I say in a mocking tone.
I grab my cock and notch it at her opening. The urge to push in and fuck her is overwhelming, but I’ll let her take it, let her make that final move where there’s no going back.
“Show me, Barb,” I goad her. “Show me how much you hate me.”
With a resigned moan, she pushes back, taking the head inside.
“Yeah,” I grunt, slapping the side of her buttock. “Love the way you hate me, baby.”
“Shut up,” she says through clenched teeth, pushing back harder. I’d laugh if I wasn’t a dirty thought away from spilling while my cock’s still only half inside her. Instead, I brace myself with a hand on the desk next to her head, and push in until my pelvis is flush against her ass.
We both moan at the sensation, Barbara’s pussy fluttering over my rod, bringing me even closer to the edge.
New game plan, Ethan. Operation Make Barbara come again ASAP is a go.
I pull on her hair, lifting her head from the desk so she can look at me from the corner of her eyes.
