Page 83 of Stella
She pretends to look hurt, stopping her ministrations. “Did I tell you how perfect your dick is, by the way? You just stretched me like I’ve never been stretched before.”
“Glad to hear it, because I’d hate to have to hurt anyone who dared even look at you.”
She runs one hand up my torso, still playing with my dick, and I cup her breasts. “Such a jealous guy.”
“Spanking,” I remind her. “That’s your punishment, one I think you’re trying to get out of by seeing how long you can stroke my dick for until I forget about what you did.”
“Even though you’re the one who ghosted me? I see how this works.” A small smirk appears on her pretty face.
“You do?”
“Uh, huh.”
I grab one ass cheek, giving it a tight squeeze, then I raise my hand and smack her.
She jolts forward, not that I do it hard, but I think it’s the shock.
“Turn,” I demand. “Turn around, put your hands on the wall, and let me spank that sexy ass for tattooing yourself for the fucking Rebels.” She opens her mouth, and I bend to lick across her bottom lip. “You heard me, baby girl, do as I say.”
“You like being in control, don’t you?” she quips, turning eagerly, wiggling her stunning ass as she presses her hands against the wall as instructed.
“Oh, I’m good at it,” I whisper in her ear.
My cock rests in the crook of her ass as I cup both tits and pull her nipples hard. She cries out, pushing her ass back against my cock. “Yes,” she grits out. “That feels so good.”
I bite down on her shoulder, not caring it’ll leave a mark. Maybe that’s what I want? To leave my mark on her. She’s too lost in my touch to register or care. I’ve never been this primal with a woman before, but she has this knack of driving me completely wild.
I reach down as I twist one nipple, then spank her cheek with my palm. The noise bounces off the shower. “Remind me why you’re such a brat?” I murmur.
She’s making the most delicious sounds, my dick begging for her attention. “Because I got a tattoo of my club and you hate it. But you still want to fuck me.”
I spank her other cheek. “Always so much to say.” I smooth it immediately with my palm and trail my hand down her breast, then between her legs. She’s soaking, just as suspected. “Anyone would think you liked this.”
She juts her ass toward me. “I can tell you do with that monster cock nudging my ass.”
Her dirty words almost make me shoot my load. But I’ve got more plans for her tonight. I spank her once more. “Brat.”
“Finger me, Cale,please,” she whines. “I’m so hot for you all over me.”
I kiss her shoulders, working my way up to her neck as I fondle every part of her, my fingers circling her clit, but not giving her quite enough to even remotely get off.
“Your ass is gonna be red raw if you keep it up.”
Like a true siren, she ignores me and reaches around, grabbing my cock with her hand as she starts to jerk me off. But I need so much more, and so does she.
I knock her hand away, then bend and spread her pretty ass cheeks, licking her from her asshole to her pussy. Stella cusses as she tries to gain friction against my tongue. “Jesus, oh my god.”
I finger her, spreading her wider as I replace my fingers with my tongue. She is fucking perfect. I don’t let up, and when she cries out my name, I revel in her spiraling orgasm as she loses complete control. I spin her, spread her pussy and latch onto her clit. She wanted to use that smart mouth on me, now she can suffer with my tongue lapping at her swollen bud until she can’t see straight.
Her hands dive into my hair, and she moves her hips back and forth as she comes almost immediately. The sharp pain where she tugs only makes my cock leak and beg me to take her.
“Need to fuck you,” I groan. “Have to get a condom.”
“No.” She stops me. “Just pull out.”
“You’re not on birth control?”
“Not right now.”
