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Instead of hitting her, I drive the length of the leather upward, rubbing it flush over her pussy. When I hold it still there, she starts grinding her hips down on it, desperate for that friction. I let her writhe on it until she gets close, so close to coming, and then I pull it away.
“Isaac!” she whimpers, her face still pressed to the mattress.
Now I drop to my knees, the bed frame low enough that I can get my face right up against her, let my tongue finish what the belt started.
“Oh god!” she screams in relief at the first flick of my tongue. She’s coming already since I had her right on the edge with the belt. I lap up her arousal while inserting a finger inside of her, working it in and out, in and out. I press my thumb to her puckered hole, making her squirm as she comes again, screaming my name.
When she’s no longer moaning, she gasps, “Fuck me.”
“Fuck you?” I repeat, like it’s a foreign concept and not what I’ve been thinking about for days.
“Yes, please.”
“Where?” I ask, just because I want to see how far she’s willing to go.
“Where…wherever you want.”
“Wherever I want? What if I want to fuck you here?” Dragging my soaking wet fingers up, I push one against that tight ring of muscle.
She gasps when it slides in an inch, then says, “I’ve never…”
“So, the dirty girl has never had anyone take her here?” I ask while pumping my finger all the way in, then out slowly because she’s so fucking tight. I can’t remember ever being the first in any hole I’ve fucked. And goddamn, I want to be the first inside of her. I want to claim that final piece of her virginity. Hell, if she hates it enough, she won’t be sending me any more sexy photos or videos.
“Can you take another finger yet?” I ask her. When she goes still and doesn’t answer, I reach my left hand under her to play with her clit. That gets her moving again, grinding down and back on my finger. Still, she hasn’t said anything. “Holly?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
It’s wrong of me to take what she’s offering, but I can’t resist.
I give her time to change her mind as I stretch her. She comes again on my other hand, and then it’s finally my turn.
Unzipping my pants, I pull my dick out and waste no time lining it up from where I remain standing behind her. The bed’s low enough that even if my shins are pressed to the bed frame, I don’t care.
“Run your fingers through your pussy and play with yourself,” I order her since I won’t be able to keep it up when I’m inside of her.
Holly does as I ask, moaning quietly as I line myself up at her entrance and force my way inside. She gets so still under me I worry she’s about to change her mind, so I give her time. Time to say the word, time to adjust. But when she doesn’t move away, I can’t resist thrusting in a little deeper, feeling more of her flesh clamping down around my cock.
I hear her gasp and remind her, “You said wherever I wanted.”
“Don’t stop,” she replies. Taking her at her word, I begin to slowly work myself in, then pull out nearly to the tip. Over and over again until there’s less resistance. She’s still tight as hell, and god, it feels amazing.
“When you’re sore tomorrow, remember that you started this,” I tell her. With each thrust, I remind her, “You sent the photo. You wanted to get spanked. You were begging…to get…fucked.”
“I wanted it,” she says. “I wanted it all.”
“Then take it,” I tell her as I slam inside of her again and again until my balls tighten. My release explodes out of me, making me swell inside of her, stretching her more as I fill her up with my cum. A near growl comes up my throat.
Each and every shudder feels fantastic. It makes my knees weak and my eyes roll back in my head. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time.
And when I finally pull my sated cock out of her, I groan at the sight of my seed leaking from the hole I made.
Holly’s fingers are still moving between her legs, and I’m disappointed I wasn’t still inside of her when she gets herself off again.
It’s also a relief. If she could come, then I didn’t hurt her too badly.
I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.
Bracing a palm on the bed to hold myself up, I press a kiss to one of the red welts. “You okay?” I ask.
