What It Sounds Like: Part II

Continued from What It Sounds Like: Part I

He rocks back onto his knees and pulls his shirt over his head, lifting the duvet and throwing it off of the bed. She sits up and yanks her tank top over her head and unclasps her bra, drawing it down her arms. She unbuttons her skirt and lifts her hips, sliding it down her legs. With a flick, she drops her clothes to the side of the bed. He too, undresses quickly, slipping his boxers down to his knees lifting one, then the other.

She watches him strip, eager and grinning—a grin he shares. Like a child, she leans back on her palms, rocking her legs back and forth gently.

“Come on then, little doggie,” she says, with a smile. His eyes drop down, looking at her in the dim light, smiling at her beauty. She holds out her hand to him, “No?”

“Um hm,” he nods, taking her hand and leaning forward, kissing her full lips, closing his eyes and appreciating her warmth. She pulls him close, tucking his naked skin against her body. Capturing his face in her hands, she kisses his mouth hard, twisting her tongue against his. He leans into her, her breasts soft, but nipples hard against his chest as he rests an arm each side of her.

“Mmmmm,” she groans, grinding her lap against his, dripping and pounding. He runs a hand through her hair, pushing it away from her face, leaning back to look at her.

“Hmm?” she murmurs, blinking dreamily at him. He tilts forward, kissing her scar, wanting her immeasurably. His hand slips down, stroking her leg. She moans softly, wrapping her thighs around him and squeezing his hips.

“Ready, little one?” he asks, voice low and coarse.

“Mm hmmm, please,” she nods, a panting whine for the hard, delicious cock pressed tightly between them. He strokes himself once and presses it against her pussy, gasping at the soaking heat. She can feel the thick head against her, her own juices making it slick; she shudders as it slides alongside her eager cunt.

“Ohhh, please pleasssssseeeee,” she begs, growling low. He shakes his head slightly, kissing the top of her breast, then her nipple, gently biting and sucking it. She is white hot, beginning to perspire, to steam, to swelter. She crushes her body against him, unable to get close enough, wanting him inside—and quickly. The sheets are twisting, coiling under her. He smiles, then pushes forward, his cock slicing through her lips like birthday cake, sliding into her cunt forcibly, her tightness gripping him. His eyes close.

“Ohhhh mmmmmm,” she pants. He leans against her, his weight pinning her to the bed, her thighs against his, lap slick. She grinds against him, squeezing and gripping him with her slippery slit.

“Fuck fuckfuck, fuck…mmmmmm,” she chants, as he bites her nipple hard between his teeth, his cock buried in her ravaged pussy. Her muscles are dancing around his shaft, frantically. She presses her breasts against his mouth, squeaking impatiently.

“Ohhh fuck!” he grunts, as he lets go of her flesh. He slides in and out of her, tension building, wanting nothing more than to fuck her insanely hard. She nods, hysterically.

“Please-please-pleeeeeease,” she begs, scratching his back eagerly, hugging him with her hips and melting down her thighs. He grates his cock in and out, his waist and hips rubbing against her, hard and firm, slowly fucking her with long, angry strokes. Her lip is crushed between her teeth and she moans loudly and erratically, wanting more, more, more.

“Please harder, faster, more. Just fuckmefuckme, please pleeeease,” she cries. He looks down at her with a smile, grabbing her wrist and pinning it against the bed; he thrusts harder, pounding her now, in and out, his hips smacking against her each time he buries himself in her sopping cunt. Quicker and faster, the rhythm increases; he bangs her like the slut she can’t help being.

She gasps, butterflies hammering her belly angrily, exploding in her pussy, jumping and jerking. He leans forward and kisses her neck, bites it, his thick cock stretching her as her juices run down her thighs and onto the bed. Her eyes slam shut and she rocks against him, writhing and twisting.

She whimpers noisily. How was I this good? How was I this good? Oh, be good, be good.

He is silent. Her trickling grunts are constant as he fucks her cunt, eyes locked on her. Her ass is forced into the mattress as he uses her without a second thought. He is relentless. She clings to him, violently wet.

“Ohhhhh fuccckk, fuck fuck mmmm,” she wails, as his cock slams in and out, fucking her like a piston, amazed at how wet she is. Slut, he thinks. She’s on fire.

“I'm going to cum all over your cock, your lap, your thighs,” she squeals anxiously, pussy humming. He groans loudly.

“Fuck, I want to cum so much,” she sputters, painfully close. She needs him to acquiesce; she isn’t to cum without his consent and she is desperate, “Please, please, fuccckkk.”

His whole body shifts, wanting to cum inside of her, to push into her. She cries. Her breath is short and loud, gasping-choking, “Please S-sir, I have to cum, I have to.”

She is dizzy and electric; his cock slides in and out, slick and wet, her pussy agonizingly tight and hot, lips and clit swollen.

“Ask before you cum, girl,” he demands softly; she whimpers, chewing hard on her lips, trying to focus, to make words into sentences.

“Pp-please Sir,” she swallows hard, groaning, “Please Sir, can I cum? Ohhhhh.”

He leans down and bites her ear, his dick smacking into her harder now, the force of his hips spanking her red and swollen pussy. She is without thought, dissolving into pleasure, automatic. She cannot breath but cum. She squirms harder, bucking against him fiercely.

“Ohhhh ohhh oh.”

He whispers into her ear, “I think you should work for it, little one.”

Without another word, he pulls out of her, rolling onto his side. She shakes her head...anything, anything. She flinches, pussy slick and throbbing; she cannot endure the emptiness he has left. He knows this and it pleases him; he moves onto his back, smiling at her panic, “You’re the slut. Suck my cock.”

Fingers twisting, pussy aching, she whines softly, “Yes, Sir.”

Continued with What It Sounds Like: Part III