Page 7 of Frat Row
“You’re soaked, baby. Tell me how badly you want my cock in this tight pussy,” he says huskily.
I don’t say anything, totally immersed in the satisfaction racking through my body.
“Use your words, or I’ll punish you; I’ll take you over my knee and smack that ass until it turns red with my handprint,” he growls at me.
“Badly,” I pant. Words forming together seem impossible right now. He’s unimaginably good at this.
His thumb begins to skim over my clit while he slips another finger inside of me, still thrusting them in and out, curving perfectly and hitting my G-spot. Moaning again, he stands up and captures it in his mouth, and our tongues deliciously play with each other, sucking and pulling. Just when I feel a wave of pleasure, he stops and takes a step away from me, edging me to insanity.
“Take off your bra and panties, then crawl to the bed with your ass in the air so I can see you spread out and ready for me. Then, I want you to position yourself on all fours with your head facing the headboard. I want your knees spread far apart and your head touching the mattress with your face to the side. I want to see that needy wet cunt and swollen slit,” he harshly demands.
I take my panties off first and then gradually unhook my bra. My nipples are so hard and sensitive. He sees them and lets out a panting noise while biting his fisted hand, holding himself back from devouring me.
I do as he says, and I crawl at a snail’s pace so he can get a good view. Then, I get on the bed and in the position exactly as he ordered me to do it.
I really wasn’t expecting him to have the self-control of a saint, but the excitement of it sends chills up my spine, not knowing what will happen next. I am so turned on that there is nothing this man could ask of me that I probably wouldn’t do. I want him so badly, I feel it everywhere.
Feeling the bed faintly dip, I know he’s on his knees directly behind me; I feel his cock brush back and forth against my assand rub over my pussy. Then, he leans back and smacks my pussy hard enough that my body moves forward a bit, and I try to hold back the moan, but it escapes. He spanks me there again, and I know I’m wet because I can feel it dripping down my thigh.
“I thought I wasn’t getting punished,” I huskily say.
“Oh, baby, this is nothing compared to the punishment I have planned for you,” he says casually.
Quickly, he pulls on my clit and suddenly shoves one finger inside of me, thrusting back and forth fast and hard; using my wetness as lube, he uses his other finger and slips it in my back hole, thrusting harder, and he keeps this going until my legs are shaking and I can’t take it any longer. I’m rocking my body back and forth, fucking his fingers with my body, shamelessly begging for more.
He leans down and whispers in my ear, “Such a needy little slut.”
He takes his fingers out and starts softly circling my clit, and I can barely hold myself up, writhing around so badly I am about to combust. Then his weight on the mattress moves, and just when I am about to come, I feel this hot, stinging sensation above my ass, dripping slowly down my back and making its way to my shoulders before stopping. It’s the wax from the candle he lit earlier.
I scream out as the different sensations hit me all at once, and as my mind jumps from almost orgasming and feeling the burning from the wax, he blows on it. He’s mixing pain with pleasure and edging the fuck out of me. He flips me on my back, and his mouth finds my clit, and he starts sucking hard and lapping up my wetness like he can’t get enough of it in his mouth. He pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks hard, and then tongue fucks my pussy until finally I explode. It feels like my soul levitated out of my body, and I ride out the utter bliss as I lie there dazed. I collapse on my bed, completely speechless. Hegets off the bed, walks into my en suite, grabs a towel, and cleans off my back. Wow, this man is into aftercare, which is rare and kind of sweet.
I roll over to my side with my elbow propping me up and look up at him, the bed sheets halfway off my body with my boobs on display. He’s still hard as a rock, and I lick my lips hungrily, absolutely satisfied.
He flips me on my back forcefully, takes hold of underneath the top of my arms, and pulls me over to the edge of the bed to the point where my head is hanging off, his cock directly above me. “Suck it like a good fucking girl,” he says in a guttural voice. My thighs clench together again like I didn’t just have the best orgasm of my life. But when he talks to me like that, I know I’m instantly wet again. I open my mouth, and as soon as I do, he shoves his cock in all the way to the back of my throat, and I immediately gag. He doesn’t let go of both sides of my head; all I can do is taste the pre-cum as he thrusts harder and deeper, fucking my face relentlessly. Saliva begins to drip down my cheeks and into my eyes, and I try to blink it away. He plugs my nose, and my throat opens voluntarily. He pulls out completely, allowing my lungs to expand for mere seconds, and then he continues fucking my mouth harder than before, groaning and throwing his head back.
“That’s my good fucking girl; swallow my cock whole; you look so beautiful like this,” he growls and runs his fingers through my hair, pulling it toward him, wanting me to go to the hilt of his cock at every thrust.
His hands drop to his sides, and he pulls his cock abruptly out of my mouth. I roll to my side, gasping for air, choking on my saliva. He doesn’t waste any time and slides back onto the bed where my feet are. He spins me to my side, hikes one of my legs up as far as it will go, bending it like a fucking flamingo, and rubs his cock up and down my wetness before vigorously shoving hiscock inside. He reaches up and twists one of my nipples. I clutch the side of the bed with one hand, and the other is around his neck while he ruthlessly fucks my pussy. Then, very swiftly, he holds on to my hip while rolling his hips, hitting that spot so deliciously. His hand reaches around to my clit, and his thumb connects with it, massaging it back and forth while still fucking me.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as that tingly sensation works its way down my back, and I come all over his dick while screaming his name, my legs shaking uncontrollably. “That’s it, scream my fucking name,” he yells as he thrusts in and out a few more times. Then, without warning, he pulls out, shooting cum all over my stomach and breasts.
He smiles maniacally. We are both panting hard, speechless, and sweaty.
Tyler swings himself off the bed, goes into the bathroom to grab another towel, and cleans me up gently. Both of us are dripping with sweat. I sit up and move slowly toward my bathroom mirror to see the damage. My makeup is tear-streaked with whatever was left from my eyeliner, and mascara runs down my face, so I grab another towel and wipe my face. My hair looks freshly fucked and tangled.
No words. I can’t form a sentence right now. Those were the best two orgasms I’ve ever had, and I own one of the more expensive vibrators on the market.
I’m surprised they are still working as much as I use them.
I go back to my desk chair, bending down, reaching for his clothes, and tossing them directly at his chest, urgently wanting him to leave.
Sighing, I say, “That was a good time. I have an early morning, so I trust you can see yourself out.”
Surprise immediately flickers in his eyes, but he quickly masks it. He smirks at me with one eyebrow lifted. “Wow, I feelused, and being kicked out after sex is a first. Women usually beg me to spend the night with them.”
“I don’t spend the night with guys I’ve just met.” I roll my eyes at him, annoyed.
“Oh, so you just fuck them without condoms then or even questioning whether I’m safe. Got it.” He winks at me.
