Page 51 of Tempting Frey
Beaming excitedly, he scrambled to obey. He knelt on the sofa and held the backrest, curving his spine and lifting his ass in the air.
I stood to appraise him.
“Fucking hell.” The curse fell from my lips, unchecked.
“You like them?”
The barely there panties showed his crack and rosy asshole, the groove glistening with slick, but below, the sheer fabric cupped his balls. Only his wet hole and the sensitive skin around it were bare and vulnerable, framed by the delicate, flowery pattern. The sight looked so inviting yet somehow criminal at the same time; it was driving me crazy.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me with these?”
“One time, I put them on and fucked myself with a big dildo, imagining I managed to seduce you.”
“Oh, I’m seduced.”
The first spank was the lightest I could manage. The second a bit harder. On the third, Oliver moaned. I watched his skin bloom pink, the hue so distinct next to the color of the lace.
“That feels wonderful, Teddy,” he said breathlessly.
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh. A little harder, please.”
I obliged, my palm stinging.
“Oh fuck!”
His hole twitched, the rim drenched with slick.
Christ almighty. I had Oliver,Oliver!on his knees on the verge of a heat wave in this shameless outfit, begging for a spanking.
“When you argued with me in my office, I wanted to bend you over my desk and paint your ass red.” I added a few more spanks as I said it.
“We’ll do that. Aah! We’re so doing that. Teddy! Oh! Oh yes!”
A trickle of slick escaped his body. His hole loosened, the rim puffy, a small dark opening in the center. Outlined by the lace, it drew me in.
The forbidden memory bloomed in my mind, for once free, unrestrained.
Oliver, a virgin, wearing these, begging me to take him…
More slick poured out, and I couldn’t resist tasting him. He cried out when I pushed my tongue into his opening. I sucked the fresh nectar and swirled my tongue around, my hands skimming the soft lace.
Then I straightened and spanked him three more times.
He looked over his shoulder, his face flushed, his eyes glassy, and lips parted.
“You taste of fresh heat wave, baby. Do you need my cock?”
“Five more, please? Then fuck me.”
Oliver would soon find out I’d never say no to him.
I made it quick.Smack, smack, smack… then two more from the other side.
I lined my cock up with his glistening hole. It was wide open now, waiting for me, empty and eager. The silky warmth felt like pure love on my sensitive cockhead.
When I pushed in, he cried out, the joyous sound my greatest reward. I went in deep, all the way to the root, and Oliver sank to his elbows on the sofa’s backrest.
