Page 28 of Sex Coach

I slid my hand down the center of her body and cupped her pussy in my hand. Pushing two fingers inside her, I began to pump them. "What else do you like? Tell me, Whitley ."

"Watching," she said, her voice breathy now with need. "Sir, I like to watch what you do to me ."

That was the whole point of the mirror .

"Then why don't you look ?"

She opened her eyes and stared as I kicked her thighs apart and fisted my cock for a moment before rubbing it up against her ass. "And what about this? You like this ?"

"Yes, Sir. I like your cock. I want it inside me," she said, each word ragged. She gasped as I lifted her onto her toes and pushed inside .

"Lean forward," I ordered, plumping her breasts together and angling my body to nudge her into position .

Whitley caught her weight with her hands on the frame of the mirror. Her mouth fell open as she stared at her face. Twisting my hips, I thrust deep, cleaving through swollen tissues and burying myself deep inside her cunt .

She did it again when I reached around and folded back the protective hood that covered her clitoris. "Tell me what else you want, Whit." She moaned. I spanked her. "That's not an answer ."

Whitley cried out at the feel of my hand striking her flesh, bouncing up on her toes in surprise .

"What else do you like, Whitley ?"

"Sir...you know ." She wiggled and pressed her butt back against me .

"It doesn't matter what I know," I growled. "It matters what you tell me. Tell me now or you don't get it." I spanked her again, then stroked my finger lazily over the soft skin of her ass .

"It's dirty, Sir," she whispered. "Don't make me say it ."

"You have to make me understand. Otherwise...well, I'm not a mind-reader ."

She let go of the mirror with one hand and reach back, pulling on the globe of her ass, spreading her cheeks .

"I see." I pressed my thumb against the tight circle of her anus. "You want me here ."

"Yes." She wiggled and pushed against me, taking the tip of my thumb inside .

There had been a time when this would have cranked me up so hot, I would have had to fight the urge to come. But I was bored. So fucking bored .

I didn't let her see. "You want me to put my prick in there. Tell me that's what you want, Whit ."

"I want your prick in there, Sir." She moaned as I pressed against her, then sobbed as I pulled back then pulled away entirely .

"Good girl," I told her .

I had her on the bed a minute later. She was face down with her ass in the air while I lubricated her with my fingers then took care of myself .

She cried out as I entered her, squealing that it hurt .

I spanked her lightly. "You told me you wanted this ."

Whitley whimpered, "Sir, it hurts !"

She had a safe word if it got too intense, but she had never used it .

"Then what do you want me to do, sugar?" I asked, withdrawing before surging forward .

"Give me more...please ."

"Play with that pretty pink pussy," I ordered, flexing my hips and thrusting deeper. She did, and by the time I was halfway inside her, she was already shuddering and shaking around my dick. She would be coming in minutes .

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