“You don’t get to make yourself come tonight. Now, get moving.”
Mary dug her heels into the couch and started to bounce her hips up and down.
He pushed two fingers into her anus, slowly loosening up her butt hole.
Mary stiffened, and he gave her ass a swat.
“Did I say you could stop moving? Ride that dick.”
“Are you going to—”
“Shh. Only time you’re allowed to speak is when you want me to stop.”
“Like a safe word?”
His heart made a double thud. “What do you know about safe words?”
She scoffed. “Idoread, you know.”
“You’ve been reading up on kink?”
“Maybe.”
Dios. She’s going to be the death of me.
“You won’t need a safe word. Stop is enough.”
When she continued riding him, he kept probing his finger into her back hole. She was so damn tight. When he felt her loosen up, he pulled out of her pussy.
He guided his cock to her tight star that quivered when it felt getting breached for the very first time.
Ideally, he would have used lube, but he didn’t have any with him and there was no way he was letting her go to get some. They would have to make do.
The second he pushed inside her, she moaned.
“That’s it, baby. Just take the tip. That’s enough for now.”
“It burns.”
“Then I’m doing it right.” He let go of her ass cheeks, so she had to use her own strength to hold herself up. She used her leg muscles to prevent from sliding down, taking more of his cock up her ass.
His hands went to massaging her breasts.
“I love how flexible you are, gorgeous. Never, ever stop doing yoga.” He hissed when he passed the first ring of muscle in her ass.
He couldn’t see her bare pussy because he was fucking her from behind, but wondering what they must look like turned him on even more. He snaked his arm around her and gave her pussy a slap with the flat of his hand. Then another one. And another one.
“Hector...” She was panting now, sounding in distress.
“Tell me about the sex books you’ve been reading.”
“They’re not sex books.” She sounded offended. “I read romance.”
This time, he slapped her clit. Hard.
“Oh, God.”
“Tell me about your romance novels,” he conceded. “What do you like about them?” He wasn’t much of a reader, but had seen her many times with her e-reader. If she was reading up on sexy times, he wanted to know.