Page 38 of Dr. Billionaire
Mark’s hold on her hips tightened as he aligned his rigid cock with her soaking wet entrance, and with a jerk of his hips he buried himself deep inside her with a single thrust.
Jenna moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck as she began to ride him, bouncing up and down with the guidance of his strong grip on her waist. His hands moved to the hem of her dress and he pulled it off over her head, tossing it aside and dipping his head down to take one of her nipples in his mouth.
Gyrating her hips, she forced his member as deep inside of her as it could go, and he groaned around her nipple. She was savoring milking his cock and feeling the things her words and her body were doing to him. One of his hands moved downward to her mound, and his thumb found her clit, circling it roughly.
Jenna gasped, her abdominal muscles clenching as her body spasmed from his touch. She rode harder, determined to make Mark come before she did, but quickly realized it was a losing battle. Her desire wound up tight in her core, and with a yelp she shattered, her thighs burning as she rode him wildly through her climax.
When her movements finally slowed, he was still harder than ever. Maneuvering his hands under her ass, Mark picked her up and carried her to the bed while still inside her. Laying her on her back, he drove into her hard and fast, claiming her even more deeply and savagely than she’d ridden him. Jenna moaned, digging her fingers into his shoulders. The tightness in her core was already starting to build once more, but she fought it off, gritting her teeth as he fucked her.
Leaning in close, he whispered, “You should know something, little girl. Good girls still get their bottoms fucked.”
Jenna let out a small whine, genuinely pouty at the idea of getting her ass fucked. It was hot to fantasize about, but the prospect of his painfully large cock stretching her virgin bottom right here and now felt much more real… and much more terrifying.
“You can pout all you want, babygirl, but I felt that pussy clench.” He was fucking her harder now, his deep, powerful thrusts leaving her in no doubt that if he wanted her bottom he would be taking her bottom. “You might be a good girl, but you’re still my little whore who needs to be fucked like one, aren’t you.”
His intonation made it clear that what he’d said was a statement, not a question. He knew she needed it rough, that she found it irresistibly hot to be treated like his naughty little fucktoy.
Her pussy clenched again, harder this time.
“I felt that too, little slut,” he growled.
Jenna began to panic, certain where this was headed now and not at all prepared for it to happen. “Mark, please,” she begged, looking up at him with wild eyes.
Without another word, Mark pulled out, and Jenna had a moment to gawk at the size of his engorged, glistening cock before he reached underneath her, effortlessly flipping her over so that she landed on her hands and knees.
He left the bed momentarily, and Jenna watched from the corner of her eye as he pulled his pants and boxers down and off, then unbuttoned his shirt and chucked that on the floor too. Climbing back up on the bed, he resumed his position behind her, and placing his hand firmly between her shoulder blades, he forced her face down into the blankets.
Then he began smacking her bare ass.Hard.
Jenna squealed, reaching back with one of her hands to block him, but he just shoved it away and continued spanking her upturned bottom. The swats landed everywhere, from the top of her cleft to the middle of her legs, with the tips of his fingers occasionally catching the sensitive places between her cheeks.
“Mark!” It came out in a sob as she reached back again, the sting making her desperate.
Shoving her hand back down to the bed once more, he stopped spanking and gripped her ass roughly. “Little sluts need their bottoms spanked bright red before they’re fucked.”
Jenna whimpered, wanting desperately to soothe the burn in her backside but winding her hands into the comforter instead.She craned her neck to look back at Mark just in time to see him spit into his hand before stroking his cock with it. There was something so raw and visceral about him using his own spit as lube that it almost made her embarrassed to watch, and she turned away again to stare at the bed.
“Reach back and spread yourself open. Show me where good little sluts get fucked.”
“Oh god,” Jenna moaned into the covers.
“Do I need to spank you again?” Mark’s voice was gravelly with lust but still firm.
“No, sir,” Jenna mewled, reaching back to take hold of each of her red bottom cheeks and spreading them apart.
“Wider,” Mark ordered.
Jenna hesitated, and Mark’s hand slapped down right between her cheeks onto her exposed bottom hole.
She cried out, then instantly obeyed, putting herself shamefully on display for him.
“Good girl,” Mark said.
She heard the same spitting sound as before, followed by a wet sensation on the place between her cheeks where he’d just spanked, and she gasped.
Had he just spit on her asshole? Was this guy a fucking caveman?
She was about to voice her objections when she felt his fingers there, rubbing his saliva around the rim of her anus. Then one of his thick digits was probing its way inside her tight hole.
