by C. M. Steele
“How many?” I asked, holding the whip in my hand.
“How many do you think I need?”
“I have a feeling two will have you coming nice and fast, but maybe we’ll just have to use my hand. I want to feel your pussy clench around my cock. I want your walls to drag every drop of cum out of me.” Without hesitation, I slammed into her wet heat, groaning with pleasurable relief.
“Ah, uh,” she grunted as I pumped into her. She wanted it wild and she was going to get it. When she was like this, a hard ride is what she craved. I took the whip and ran the leather down her spine, feeling her clench around my dick. She was bracing herself for orgasm. I used the other hand and surprised her by smacking her ass. It jiggled perfectly and turned a dark shade of pink. “You belong to me, Denise. I branded you,” I joked.”
“The other side, just in case the mark fades,” she moaned. I gave her another good one before teasing her clit and thrusting into her over and over. Her body stiffened and her back dipped as her release hit her. The feel of her loss of control made me wild. With my hands on her hips, I fucked her like she did something wrong until I felt my cum splash her fucking cervix. We turned slightly and lay on the bed completely spent.
“Mom, Dad, where are you?” our youngest asked. What was he doing home from his friend’s house? And how did we not hear it?
“Mom’s taking a nap. Be down in a minute,” I called out, jumping off the bed and unlocking the cuffs. I rubbed her hands really quick and led her to the shower.
“Jump in the shower. If Dustin’s father dropped him off again, I don’t want you going down there looking just fucked.”
“What if it’s his mom?”
“Honey, I don’t look fucked. I look like I just fucked you and I smell of your sweet pussy, so she’ll go running.”
“She better or I’ll kick her in the twat.”
I looked out the window and it was the dad’s truck. “It’s the dickhead. Excuse me.” I started to walk away, but then I turned around and pulled her into my arms for a long kiss and a smack on her ass.
“I love you, Denise.” I walked out of the room and went down the stairs like a man in love. Almost twenty-one years and I can’t wait for the next. Fuck, I was horny again. These kids needed to move out or some shit.
THE END