He stood up slowly, towering over me like a dark god as I lay sprawled on the edge of the bed. My legs dangled off the side, thighs still trembling from the earlier teasing. His cock stood rock hard, thick and heavily veined, throbbing visibly in the low lamplight that cast golden shadows across his sculpted abs and the defined lines of his hips. Without a word, he grabbed my right foot. His large hand wrapped my soft sole firmly around the scorching length of his shaft. The heat of him seared into my skin at once, velvety steel wrapped in feverish flesh.
"Like this," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "Make me feel good, Natalie."
Heat flooded my cheeks. A deep blush burned down my neck and across my bare breasts. "Richard..."
"Tell me what you are thinking. What you feel." He guided my foot up and down his length in slow, deliberate strokes. The slick glide of my arch against his underside made him hiss through clenched teeth. His hips jerked forward slightly, chasing the friction.
I shook my head. My lips pressed tight together. I was too embarrassed to voice the filthy thoughts swirling in my mind, how much I loved the way his cock twitched under my sole, how the sight of my painted toes curling around him made my pussy clench emptily.
"Fine." His eyes darkened with wicked promise. He lifted my left leg high and draped it over his broad shoulder, folding me open in that devastating position that always made me come fastest.
The stretch pulled deliciously at my hamstrings as his cock, still glistening from my earlier arousal, teased my entrance. He rubbed the swollen, leaking head up and down my slick folds, coating himself in my wetness and nudging my clit with every slow pass until sparks of sharp pleasure shot through my core. His free hand kneaded my breast roughly. His fingers pinched and rolled the stiff nipple until it throbbed in time with my racing heartbeat.
I squirmed beneath him. My hips rolled desperately as I ached for more. "Please... just fuck me."
"Beg properly," he growled. He ground harder against me. The fat head bumped my clit again and again, sending jolts of electric need straight up my spine.
"God, Richard, I need your cock inside me," I gasped, my voice breaking. "Filling me up and pounding me until I scream. Please. I will do anything."
He smirked, slow and predatory. "You're gonna have to figure it out."
Lust crashed over me like a wave, drowning everything else.
I sat up and pushed him onto the bed.
Pressure coiled tight and fast in my belly, tighter than I had ever felt before. I jumped up and pushed him onto the bed.
My thighs trembled as I straddled him, my slick pussy pressed firmly against his hard cock. I rocked my hips slowly at first, letting his thick length slide between my wet folds, the swollen head rubbing repeatedly over my clit with every glide.
"I am... I am going to..."My voice cracked into a sharp cry as the orgasm slammed into me. I came hard, grinding desperately against his cock while my pussy clenched and fluttered wildly. Hot, pulsing waves crashed through me, my juices coating his entire length as I soaked him completely.
My back arched sharply,my breasts bouncing with every convulsion. I screamed his name, the sound raw and unrestrained. Wave after wave of pleasure tore through me as I kept rubbing my dripping pussy up and down his rigid shaft.
Even as I shattered,I didn’t stop moving. I kept sliding my slick, sensitive folds along his cock, prolonging every spasm until my vision whited out and my legs turned to jelly.
He followed right after me,groaning loudly as his hips jerked upward. His cock throbbed violently between my folds, eruptingin thick, hot ropes of cum that spilled across my pussy and lower belly, mixing with my own juices in a messy, glistening slick.
Afterward, the bedroom echoed with our heavy breaths mingling in the dark.
Richard got up and headed to the bathroom.
I curled up, burying my hot face in the pillow. Until he came back, a cool, wet towel gently wiping my calves, then my ankles. He was thorough, but it only made me feel more embarrassed and confused. It almost made me think he really loved me.
"Now," Richard tossed the towel aside, sitting on the bed's edge, his fingers tucking a sweaty strand of hair behind my ear. His voice was back to its usual calm, almost gentle. "Tell me, what's with the attitude all night—no, these past few days?"
I closed my eyes. "Nothing."
"Nothing?" He chuckled, but there was no warmth in it. "From that red dress breaking the rules, to not even opening my gift, to refusing me just now..." He paused, tone certain. "Natalie, you never do this. Tell me why."
My brain raced, but I couldn't come up with a lie to fool him.
Just then, Richard's phone buzzed on the nightstand.
He glanced at the caller ID, his brow furrowing slightly, then picked it up and looked at me. "We'll talk later. Go shower."
He stood, answering the call as he walked to the window, voice low. I caught a few words, but nothing clear.
I stared at the ceiling, exhaling slowly, and went to the bathroom.
