She cries out as her nipples graze the surface.
My hard cock, still wet from her mouth, glides along the seam of her ass as I thrust forward.
Her breasts sway, the tips abraded by the island every time I press forward.
“Oh my god.” Her fingers clutch at the wood as she grasps the implications of her position.
She rises to her tiptoes with a filthy moan, pushing back into me, as she seeks more friction.
I shift, moving to rub my erection over her wet pussy, gritting my teeth as she slicks my skin. I resist the urge to slam into her.
She’s close, but she’s not there yet.
She’s still holding on to her control.
I crack my palm over her ass.
The sound reverberates through the room as my hand stings, heating in the most satisfying way.
She jolts at the contact. Her breasts, now hypersensitive from my handling, slide against the counter. “Oh god.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and slip my fingers through her folds before slapping her again. She practically pulses into my hands.
“You’ve ruined my plans.” My voice is gruff, full of my Southern roots. I slowly rub her warm skin while stroking her clit. “You always ruin my plans.”
“How?” She flexes her fingers, like she’d dig them into the wood if she could.
“I was going to be civilized.” I rain a series of slaps of varying force along her skin, and when I fall still, I plunge my fingers into her willing cunt, grinding the heel of my palm against her.
She moves mindlessly, seeking friction, her nipples scraping the surface. She practically screams for a relief I’m not ready to give her.
“I was going to feed you first, but you had to come in looking like this, and now look at us.” I pull back and start all over again, smacking her ass until we are both breathless. I lean over her back, pressing against her red, bruised skin, teasing her with the head of my cock. “I’m not even going to get you into bed before I fuck you.”
She wiggles around until I enter her with a shallow thrust. “We have all night to get to bed.”
My vision blurs at the pleasure of being inside her, but I don’t allow myself the luxury of slamming home.
“Don’t think you’re leaving.” I’m almost past the point of my control, but knowing how much she loves to be used and denied keeps me in check.
“I won’t.” She throws her head back, and all that hair spills down her spine like a waterfall.
She attempts to deepen the penetration, but I’m not done yet.
I grip her hips and control my movements, gritting my teeth against the sheer pleasure. She’s primed enough it doesn’t take more than a minute for her to clench along my shaft.
I pull out.
She drops her head before crying out, “No!”
“Yes.” I begin again.
I spank her ass.
Push into her with shallow strokes.
Work her up to the edge of orgasm.
Retreat.
