Page 103 of Role Play
Her pink lips curved just the slightest bit at the corners. "Please fuck me, Sir," shesaid.
I positioned my cock at her opening, pushing against her slit. She arched her back, pulsing her hips toward my throbbing dick, but I pulled back just before she could push me insideherself.
"Oh, God," she panted. "Please. Ash,please."
Hunger burned deep in my chest. I wanted nothing more than to dive my dick deep inside—thrust so hard that I bottom out in her. But where was the fun in that? "What do you want,Lucy?"
"I want you inside of me." Her hands flew to my back and she dragged her fingernails down my spine to my ass, gripping me hard and trying to pull me inside ofher.
"Hands above your head, Lucy," Iboomed.
She cried out, but did as she was told. I clasped one hand around her wrist above her head. The movement caused her lush, full breasts to stretch and bounce, and her nipples furled into two tightnubs.
"So you want me inside of you?" I plunged my cock deep inside her pussy and she gasped, her body trembling as she criedout.
She squeezed her muscles, gripping my length, tight and wet, and fuck it felt incredible. I buried my face in her neck, gathering every ounce of control I had. The restraint trembled in my biceps as I braced my body over top of hers. "That's all you wanted, right?" I asked, stopping all movement. Even though it was tortuous for myself to be frozen inside of her. She wiggled herhips.
"No, no, don't stop!" She begged, her eyes clenched tight as she shook her head from side to side. "Please, don'tstop."
"What? I'm inside of you. You said this is all youwanted."
Her stomach convulsed with a sobbing gasp. "I want you to fuck me. Please, I'm begging you, Ash. Fuckme."
I pulsed my hips in short, shallow thrusts. "That's not what you want either. Not entirely." I dipped my head, unable to resist sucking on that tight, mauve nipple. "You want to come. You want me to fuck you until youcome."
"Yes. God, yes. Please. Ash, I'm beggingyou."
I started moving in slow, deep thrusts. Dragging my cock almost entirely out of her pussy before slowly pushing it back in, all the way. It was enough movement to drive her crazy, keeping her on the brink of orgasm without tipping over. It wasn't enough to get her off. But fuck did it feel good. Torture or pleasure, the line was blurred. It was both atonce.
"I need to come," sheplead.
"Well, then you better asknicely."
"Please. Sir, let me come. Let me come around yourcock."
Fuck. That did it. I was normally in control. Completely in command of every movement. But that? That nearly did me in. Taking a deep breath, I paused. Without that breath, I may have just pounded my cock into her for a few thrusts. She deserved more than that. She deserved an orgasm that made her forget about her welted ass and sore knees. An orgasm that made all these hoops worth it. An orgasm that she would never forget. An orgasm that would make her realize that pain and pleasure are like a thrill ride and even when you're afraid, and your stomach is bottoming out of your body, you're safe andexhilarated.
She let out a frustrated cry as my hips brushed her clit, rolling them with each slow thrust, hitting the deeper tension-filled knot inside ofher.
"Let me come. Make me come. Make me feel good. Please, Sir,please…" She was begging. Full-on begging now, and fuck, I loved every second ofit.
She wriggled a wrist out of my hold and shoved her free hand between her legs and fingered herclit.
Oh, fuckno.
I clutched her hands, tangling my fingers between hers and pinned her hands back above herhead.
"Bad girl," I whispered, then kissed her, prodding her mouth open with mytongue.
With that kiss, she calmed down. Sweat pushed out of her pores and dotted her forehead. Her unruly, dark brown hair framed her face and pale, freckle-covered skin. "Please, Sir," she repeated over and over and overagain.
Yes. That was it. My cock grew impossibly harder from within her and I groaned. The sound of my pleasure drowning out the repeating "please" she kept saying over and over, each one more frantic andwild.
I slammed into her hard, fast, and fucked her. Really fucked her, rolling my hips with every deep, punishing thrust. My pelvis rocked against her clit, and I shifted so that I was pinning her wrists with one hand and slid the other down her body until I had my thumb circling over her ripe, swollennub.
She cried out, her hips lifting, bucking, meeting mine thrust for thrust. My balls tightened, drawing up painfully into my body, and when I felt her convulse, I let go. Watching as her body jerked, crying in pleasure, her pussy tightened around my cock as I released in pulsing spurts inside ofher.
I collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck. "Holy shit," she said, breathlessly in my ear. "Is that how it alwaysis?"
I pushed onto my elbows, rolling my weight off of her and swallowed. "Not foryears.”
She stared thoughtfully at me, her glasses askew. “Well, then, I guess we’ve got a lot of time to make up for, don’twe?”
