Naughty Girl

by Wolf, Alex

  I took my time with her, massaging her ass and thighs, everywhere but where she needed my fingers the most. Teasing a woman was an art, and I was practically Da Vinci. I licked up the inside of her thigh until I could taste and smell her arousal. Her whole body tensed, muscles constricting and contracting.

  “You need to relax if you want me to eat this pussy.”

  She nodded, panting. “Okay.”

  I touched the tip of my tongue to her clit, and she exhaled all the breath from her lungs.

  “Oh my God.” Her ass tried to back onto my face, and I held her still, barely grazing her slick folds with my tongue.

  “So fucking needy. You need it bad, don’t you?”

  “Mmhmm.” Her tone went up in pitch, almost to a whine.

  “You want to come on my face like a little slut, don’t you?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  I kissed the edge of her cunt, and smiled against it. Fuck, she tasted so sweet. This was going to be a lot of fun. If my cock hadn’t been so damn hard, I could’ve done it all night.

  I flattened my tongue and licked all the way up to her asshole. She shuddered when I pressed the tip against the tight ridges.

  “Oh fuck.” Her hand reached back for my head, and I caught her wrist in my palm.

  I shoved it forward. “Put your hands on the wall, and don’t fucking move.”

  “So bossy.” She splayed her fingers on the wall.

  I stood up, and fisted the back of her hair, my mouth hot in her ear. She cooed.

  “You come when I tell you to come. And you behave yourself, understand?”

  She nodded against my knuckles.

  Crack!

  She jolted forward when my palm met her ass. The clapping sound echoed through my room. I pulled her ear closer to my mouth, and breathed right into it.

  “This pussy is mine tonight. Understand?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  “I’m gonna do whatever I want with it. Understand?”

  “Yeah.”

  Crack!

  I smacked her ass again and stared down at the soft pink flesh. Something told me she’d never been handled like this before. It was the way she reacted. She’d shudder, but then her whole body would relax. Goosebumps would rise on her flesh.

  I pulled my pants down and freed my cock, breathing out a sigh of relief. She tried to turn but I tightened my hand in her hair and kept her facing forward.

  “Yes, Sir.” I leaned around when I said it, to see the look on her face. A smile turned up on her lips.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Fucking hell, the way she added emphasis on the ‘sir.’ I had to grind my teeth to keep from coming all over her sweet ass.

  I slid my cock between her wet thighs, and teased the head all around her tight cunt. Her chest heaved up and down, and I could feel the electricity coursing through her body.

  “You know what I do to dirty little bitches in my bedroom?”

  “Oh my God.” She gasped, then schooled her features. “What do you do?”

  “This.” I fisted my cock at the base and smacked it up into her clit.

  “Holy fuck.” She raised up onto her toes and then dropped back down onto her heels.

  “Look at you. You liked that shit, didn’t you?”

  She shook her head, but it was nothing but an act. We both knew it.

  I smacked my cock into her pussy again. She was so wet I could see her arousal coating my cock. I did it again, and then again.

  “You lying, little slut. You’re about to come, aren’t you?”

  “No. No. I’m not. I swear.”

  “Good, because you don’t have permission yet, do you?”

  “No.”

  “No, Sir.” I dropped back down to my knees behind her.

  “No, Sir.”

  I slapped both palms on her ass, and dug my fingers in so hard I’d be able to admire the marks in the morning. “You might want to bite down on something.”

  “What? Why?”

  “I’m about to make you scream.” I didn’t give her time to react, just buried my face in her cunt and focused my tongue straight on her clit.

  “Oh shit! Fuck!” She yelled so loud, the neighbors three miles away probably heard it.

  I was relentless. No quarter was given. Every time she was about to come undone, I’d smack her ass, or dig my fingers in.

  Her body, Jesus, it was like an instrument I’d played my entire life. I knew every place she wanted it, how far to take her. Her legs practically turned to Jello the more I licked her, sucked her, teased her.

  She shook from her ass to her toes, just trembling.

  “You ready to come on my face?”

  “God, please! Please let me come. Fuck.” She groaned out the last word.

  I shoved two fingers into her like it was nothing. She was so fucking hot and wet, and when she clenched around my fingers I thought I was going to blow all over the carpet. I curled my fingers to hit her g-spot just right and stroked her clit in tiny, fast circles.

  I pulled my face back from her, but kept my fingers hammering in and out. “That’s my good little whore. Beg for it.”

  “Please, fuck. Please.” She drew out her syllables, need in every word.

  I gripped the backs of her thighs, and shoved them to the wall, so that I had her pinned to it. Her hands clawed at the wall, her whole body flat against it. “Come on my face, now.”

  My fingers clawed into her thighs and I dove into her pussy. My tongue moved so fast, I didn’t know what it was doing. I shook my head back and forth as hard as I could and ate her pussy like it was the last meal on earth.

  “Fucking. Oh my God, Hunter. Hunter.”

  She said my name over and over as her orgasm rolled through her body in waves, and landed right on my face.

  When she finally relaxed, I thought she might collapse into me. Her body convulsed, and she shuddered. I stood and held her up under her arms. She was practically limp, and for a second I thought maybe she was paralyzed or passed out.

  I scooped her into my arms, cradling her, and carried her to the bed. As I took the first step a sheepish smile spread across her face, and her eyes fluttered open.

  “Holy. Fucking. Shit.” The words were soft whispers.

  “Don’t get comfortable. You’re not done yet.”

  Her eyes widened.

  I tossed her down on the edge of the bed, and then yanked her to the edge by the hips.

  Before she could respond, I slapped the head of my cock on her clit.

  She tried to shut her legs instinctively. I put my hands on her inner thighs and spread them wide.

  Her head flew back into the sheets, and she let out another of her sweet moans.

  I palmed both of her tits, bent down, and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. Her hands flew up to my head, and she arched her back, pressing it harder into me. Her nails raked through my hair.

  I was anything but gentle; squeezing her tits hard, and then I bit down on her nipple just to hear her yelp. She definitely liked shit rough, and that was exactly how I wanted to fuck her.

  I sucked up her throat, all the way to her ear. “I’m gonna fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked, and then I’m gonna blow inside this tight pussy.” I lined up with her entrance and parted her fold with my cock, right when I said the end of my sentence.

  “Holy—”

  I slanted my mouth over hers, and claimed her with a rough kiss. My tongue smashed through her lips, and I claimed everything I wanted. At the same time, I shoved my cock to the hilt.

  She moaned into my mouth, and her nails clawed down my neck and back.

  When we parted, I rose upright, and slid my hands around the side of her legs and gripped the front of her thighs.

  “God, your cock is so big.” She sucked in a huge breath, each time I pushed into her.

  Her pussy was so fucking tight I thought I might pass out. It was heaven. Pure heaven. Every time she clenched around me, I thought I might bl
ow.

  She must’ve sensed it too, because I stared down into her eyes, and watched her reactions every time she did it. It was fucking hot, and sexy as hell, but I couldn’t allow that to happen. She needed to know who owned her, for tonight.

  The next time she did it, I yanked her into me and tried to drive my hips into her so hard my cock hit her tonsils.

  Her eyes widened, and her hands flew back over her head. “Oh fuck!”

  I thought her scream might shatter the damn window. Every sound she made, only made me want to fuck her faster and harder.

  “Ya like getting fucked hard, Rory?”

  She started to say something but before the words could leave her mouth, I did it again, thrusting harder.

  She reached over, grabbed a pillow, and rolled her head into it and bit down.

  For the next few minutes, I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. Going to the hilt every time. My hips were a blur, and I watched my cock piston in and out of her.

  Her hands were all over the place. Sometimes she’d try to shove me away. Sometimes her nails would dig into my hips and pull me harder. They’d claw at the sheets above her head. Her lips parted into a big O, and she panted so hard it sounded like she was hyperventilating.

  I thought about trying to get a few different positions going, but I couldn’t stop. My cock refused to come out of that sweet cunt, and I was surprised I’d lasted as long as I had. Fuck, she was perfect—a combination of dirty and sweet.

  I slid my hand to her throat, and her eyes went half-hooded. “Yeah, you like being choked while I fuck you too, don’t you?”

  She nodded, right before her eyes rolled up into her head. I didn’t squeeze hard. Didn’t want to keep air from getting to her lungs. But I held her tight enough to feel my hand there. Fuck, I felt so powerful, like I owned the goddamn world right there in my palm.

  “You like a man in control, don’t you? I can do whatever I want with this pussy and you’ll come all over my cock.”

  “Holy shit.” She sucked in another breath. “Don’t stop talking, please.”

  I smirked. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t speak, can’t breathe. Stretch this cunt so wide no other man will ever want to go near it.” I leaned over so that our chests pressed together.

  Her hard nipples dragged across my pecs, and I fucked her with long, slow strokes. I sucked down her neck for a second. I wanted to slow the pace down a little, so that when I went crazy, it’d seem like I was fucking her twice as hard.

  “Are you ready?” I whispered.

  “For what?”

  “To be ruined.”

  I didn’t give her a chance to respond. I raised up, pinned her knees to her shoulders, and hammered her tight cunt down at an angle where I stroked her spot every single time. I fucked her so hard and fast her moans sounded like vibrations.

  “Oh oh oh, Ch-Ch-Hunter. Fu-fu-fuck.”

  Then came the pause. The point where she came so hard, she just froze. It was like time slowed down. Her mouth was open, trying to yell, but no sound would come out of it.

  Her whole body tensed around my cock, and my balls tightened. I felt the orgasm at the base of my spine, and a huge load built in my balls and inched up my shaft.

  Rory’s pussy clamped around me so hot and tight, I could barely maintain my composure. My face twisted, and I grunted, holding back as long as I could.

  I watched Rory’s orgasm, and just when I thought she was just about done, I crushed her with all my weight, driving my cock into her with so much pressure it drilled her into the mattress.

  I don’t know if I’d ever been so deep inside a woman. Rory cried out as my cock stretched her cunt to the max. Once I was convinced I was in a place no man had ever been, and could never reach again, I let loose.

  Fuzzy stars danced in my vision as I tensed and grunted, shooting my hot load into her cunt. I couldn’t stop. I groaned, and her pussy tightened around me, milking me for more. I filled her so much, that even despite drilling into her at a downward angle, it still spilled out around the base of my cock.

  I stayed there for a second, her knees still pinned to her shoulders, and all my weight on her. I finally rolled over once I was sure she’d taken it all, every last fucking drop of me.

  We both lay there, collapsed, taking labored breaths. A fine sheen of sweat coated both of us, and we just stared up at the ceiling.

  “Oh my God.” Rory finally broke our silence.

  My eyes rolled over to her, and it looked like she was glowing.

  “That was—” She turned her head to face me.

  “Yeah.” I couldn’t say much else. There was nothing to say.

  I’d fucked a lot of women, but none of them compared to her. Not even close. I already missed being inside her. I was afraid she’d seen me frown when I had to pull out.

  She rolled over, nuzzling her head into my shoulder. Usually, that would’ve been time for her to go, but not this time. I leaned over and kissed the nape of her neck, but couldn’t do much more than that. I was totally spent, mind nothing but fuzz. Fuck, I had to have her again. And not just tonight. Every goddamn night.

  “We need to do that again, soon.”

  When I leaned over to kiss her, she pulled back. “Look, it was hot—”

  I leaned back and laughed.

  “What?” She smacked my shoulder.

  “There’s a ‘but’ coming.”

  She looked away and shook her head, smiling. “But I don’t know if we should see each other again.” She climbed up and started to get dressed.

  What the fuck? Did I just get used for one round?

  I stood up and stared. She wasn’t about to just use me for sex. That wasn’t how this worked. “Where you going?”

  “I need to get back to my car.”

  “How you gonna get there?”

  Her head whipped over to me. “Don’t be a dick.”

  “You liked it when my dick came inside you.”

  A shiver rippled through her body, and her eyes fluttered for a quick second before her eyes turned back to steel. I could tell she still wanted me, but something was holding her back.

  Maybe she’d be more work than I thought. That was okay. I enjoyed a good challenge. And there was no way any man would fuck her as hard as I just did, the way she needed it. She’d be back at some point. I had no doubt about that.

  I nodded and shrugged. “Okay. Let me grab my keys.”

  Her smile turned down for a fraction of a second, and then she nodded.

  Oh, Rory. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.

  * * *

  I pulled into the parking lot in the Charger. We didn’t say a whole lot the way back to the club. Just idle chit-chat.

  She finally looked over at me. “I don’t even know you.”

  “You’ve had my cock inside you.”

  She shook her head and snickered. “My life is—” She sighed. “Complicated.”

  I reached over and pulled her into a hot, passionate kiss. She started to resist, but as soon as my mouth met hers, she melted. It was too easy. She wasn’t going anywhere. I’d let her keep her independence for now, because I didn’t chase. But, she would be mine. She just didn’t know it yet.

  We finally parted, and she reached for the door handle. I gave her the stare, and her hand fell from the door.

  “Good girl.”

  Her jaw tensed, but a light smile broke through. I smirked and got out, walking around to open the door for her.

  She stepped out and started toward her car.

  “Be careful, Rory.”

  She stared back, as if she wasn’t sure what I was warning her about.

  News flash, it was everything.

  * * *

  My phone buzzed on the console.

  I glanced at the screen. It was after two in the morning.

  Who the fuck is calling me?

  I looked at the phone and saw my brother’s name on the caller ID and answered it before
it could go to voicemail.

  “You missed the bachelor party.” I hammered the gas, still on an endorphin high from fucking Rory’s brains in, coupled with the challenge I faced of fucking her again.

  “Some of us have to work.”

  I groaned. He took the fun out of everything. Our friend who was getting married in a week had his bachelor party, and this guy was more worried about balance sheets and earnings per share. It was exhausting.

  “Work can wait sometimes.” I made a turn back toward the house. “Why are you still up? You’re still working, aren’t you?” I shook my head and grinned.

  “Just got home. Hadn’t heard from you. Thought I’d check in. You’re known to be irresponsible. Wanted to make sure I didn’t need to call a bail bondsman before I went to sleep.” He laughed on the other end of the line. “What’d I miss?”

  There was excitement in his tone. It had to suck living through everyone else.

  “If you’d come, you would’ve known, pussy.”

  “You gonna tell me or what?”

  “I met someone. She was smokin’, naturally. But I think there might be something more between us.” I could practically feel his eyes roll into the back of his head.

  “What a surprise.”

  I noted the sarcasm in his voice, but I couldn’t blame him. My idea of being with a woman meant fucking them and being gone before the alarm went off. I couldn’t even remember my last serious relationship. I wasn’t sure I’d ever had one. I definitely never chased women after fucking them, ever. These new feelings with Rory were completely foreign, but I couldn’t ignore the signals my brain was throwing my way.

  “No, for real. This one is different.” My words trailed off and I snickered at how ridiculous it sounded coming from me.

  “You fucked her, didn’t you?”

  “I thought that was a given.”

  “And you’re alone now, aren’t you?”

  “Well, umm—”

  “I’m glad this one’s different, though.”

  “Asshole.”

  We both laughed at the same time.

  “Sorry I missed it.”

  Why was he really calling? He never checked in on me before.

  “Why’d you really call?”