Page 20 of The Naughty List

I love his confidence.

He gets up on the bed behind me and the mattress dips and creaks.

I gasp as he squirts a massive stream of lube onto my ass, slathering it all the way between my butt cheeks. I jolt when he slaps me, one palm on each butt cheek – decent blows that have me prickling.

“I said on the proposal that I want to take your ass deep and hard, yes?”

“Yes, Sir, you did.”

“I wasn’t joking. I like it rough.”

“I understand, Sir.”

I clench my ass on instinct, and yeah, it’s a relief to have so much lube, but right now, I have to admit that I’m as edgy as hell. His cock is so thick, it could tear me in two. My safe word comes to mind. But so does £1600 and I imagine myself on the plane, looking at the clouds through the window.

“Spread your ass cheeks for me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I reach around and do as I’m told, exposing my ass like a dirty target. He takes aim, the meaty head of his dick all set to plough me, and I ready myself, shuffling as I hold in a breath.

“Keep your cheeks spread,” he says, and then he pushes slowly into me.

I grit my teeth against the burn of the stretch and he doesn’t stop pushing. Keeps on easing his cock into me.

“Good girl,” he says. “Nearly there.”

His big hands take hold of my hips and with one final push we’re skin against skin and it feels like there’s a fist up there.

He holds still, letting his cock pulse inside me, and the feeling is so weird. So weird it makes me moan.

“Your ass is beautiful, inside and out,” he says.

“Thank you… Sir.”

“How does it feel, you fresh little whore?”

It feels like I’m breaking at the seams, but I don’t want to tell him that. He moves his cock again, just a little, and the sensation ripples through me. Jesus Christ.

“It feels so good, Sir.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” he says.

I have to bite down a whimper as his cock pulls back a few inches.

And then he slams me. Once, twice, three times over until he’s balls deep, and I’m crying out as my ass burns like sin. He leans over me, his solid bulk against my back. I feel tiny and pinned down.

“Tell me how fucking dirty you are,” he whispers in my ear. “Tell me you’re a slut.”

“I’m a slut,” I tell him. “I’m a dirty little bitch, Sir. I’m your whore. Nothing but a filthy fucking whore.”

The words come so naturally. They roll off my tongue like I was born for this.

“Louder,” he says, and I’m crying out again as he changes angle. Deeper.

“I’m a slut! And I love it, Sir. I want it. Fuck me. Use my ass, Sir. Give it to me. GIVE IT TO ME!”

His mouth is right against my ear. “You’re a slut that’s worth every fucking penny.”

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