Page 15 of Hot For Her Bully

"We can't do this right now, babe," I tell her.

Whitney slides her shirt off, and then her bra. As she leans forward, her nipples in a direct line with my mouth, I sample them. Licking around and sucking one titty and then the other. I can feel her doing things, and it's not until she leans away with a smile that I see what she's done.

"Untie me, Whit," I warn her with half a grin.

"No. I want you in my mouth right now." The wickedly seductive gaze in her eyes pierces through my apprehension. She lets her eyes travel down to my cock, begging to be set free. "This guy says you want the same thing. Tell me you don't want me to inhale every inch of you and I'll untie you right now."

I tip my head back and close my eyes, but keep my mouth shut. My silence moves her over my crotch, unzipping and freeing my cock for her to wrap her warm mouth around the tip. A shudder pushes stuttering breaths out of me as she inhales me down to the base.

"Fuck," I mumble through clenching teeth. "You feel so good. Untie me. Let me help you."

"I said, no, Weston," she says with a smile. "No means no."

Without my hands, I'm at her mercy. Whitney slides her mouth up and down my shaft, threatening to make me come down her throat. She doesn't spend that much time with her mouth as she slips out of her shorts and straddles me.

Whitney positions me at her entrance. I'm ready to come right now, but she reaches between us. I hadn't seen her take the tie out of her hair, but she did and now it's secure around the base of my cock.

It's blocking my release. Every nerve ending fires sensations to every part of my body. Whitney begins to move, slowly at first to find her rhythm. A few pumps in a slow rocking motion make my eyes twitch from the intense pleasure. She switches to a bouncing motion, up and down on my cock as it fills with my lust. My erection will go on forever like this.

She rides me, face to face at first, smothering my face in her tits.

"Fuck, you're just going to use me up, huh?" I pant when she finally gives me room to breathe.

"You'd do the same." She continues to ride me. It's when she gets off to turn around that she removes the hair tie. The minute she slides me back into her sweet cunt, I thrust my hips off the chair.

The sounds of our skin slapping against one another echo around the room. This is what she loves—dominating and taking control but only until I get the upper hand. Every thrust loosens the shirt and bra securing my arms to the chair. As soon as one is free, I release the other and grip Whitney by the arm, pinning hers behind her back.

We fall forward, onto the ground with me behind her on my knees. I grip her perfect little ass, slamming my dick in and out of her before I go to that spot she secretly loves. Her second entrance puckers when I spit on it, rubbing it with my thumb before taking my cock out of her pussy to nudge into that smaller hole.

Whitney immediately arches her back, pulling herself straight up, but I guide her back onto her hands and knees. "Breathe, baby. Take this cock."

She inhales as I push in. Smooth and slow at first until she's wet for me. It only takes a few seconds to get enough moisture between us to speed up. Whitney whimpers as I punish her for taking what I told her not to. But who am I kidding?

This isn't punishment. This is bliss. Pure, erotic, orgasmic bliss that we've found joy in doing together. Our past, our history, the hatred, the revenge, the blackmail, the assaults, none of it matters anymore. We've found a space in life and time that works for us. We don't care about the glares or whispers.

My cock continues to slide in and out of her tight ass until we both reach the peak. With her whole body trembling from sheer pleasure, I release my orgasm deep inside of her. When I pull out, I roll over onto the floor with my arms stretching out beside me.

"Whitney, you gotta learn to take my no as an answer," I tell her with a chuckle.

"I was right."

"About what?"

She's already up and gathering her clothes, walking toward the bathroom to clean herself up.

"You said no, but your cock said yes," she calls from the bathroom.

"Don't let anyone else hear you say that shit."

We take the rest of the afternoon to run our errands after fucking in my shower one last time. The empty apartment is a stark visual that this era of my life is ending. I'm heading into the real world, as the adults say.

The bridge that's going to help me take that step into reality is sitting at a table in the back of a little Italian restaurant not too far from campus, where I fucked the shit out of his daughter in the bathroom. The hostess shows us to Harland's table, where he stands to greet us.

I shake his hand and pull out the chair for Whitney to sit down. "Good evening, sir."

He nods with his firm grip. "Evening, Whitlock. Whitney."

It doesn't take long to place our order, and I jump right into what I want to say to the man. "First off, sir, I want to apologize for the misunderstanding regarding my use of your work."

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