“Y-yes,” she stammers, sounding surprised at the realization. “Oh, God … please!”
I slow my strokes, squeezing her abused ass until she squeals. “Not yet, gatita. Your orgasms belong to me, remember? Say it.”
“My orgasms belong to you,” she repeats, an edge of impatience in every word. She’s shaking with the effort it’s taking to keep her climax at bay, and it only makes me want to torment her more.
Elena is perfect for this—for me. Her strength and backbone makes her able to handle my punishment, but secret sexual cravings make her like the pain as well as the pleasure—the depravity as well as the desire.
She makes a low sound of annoyance when I pull my fingers out of her, raising her ass in a clear invitation for me to come back. But I can’t wait any longer. This woman has the power to unravel my control like no one else, and I’ve spent the last two months dreaming about taking her in every conceivable way, drowning completely in her. Fighting it hasn’t worked, so I’m giving in. Elena is mine and I can’t let her go. I won’t go on without continual access to the object of my obsession.
Climbing up behind her, I lick my fingers clean of her juices, my balls aching. “You taste so good, gatita. One night I’ll lick you until you come against my tongue, over and over, all night. But right now …”
I tear my pants open push down my black briefs. Taking hold of my cock, I press it against her folds.
“Do you want my cock?” I tease, circling my swollen, sensitive head over her clit.
She moans and pushes back against me, but doesn’t reply with words. That isn’t enough for me.
I work my cock over her folds, soaking myself in wetness and enjoying the feel of her. “Tell me what you want, Elena. Beg me to fuck you.”
Her sounds of pleasure turn into those of frustration, and she starts pushing back to me, trying to temp me into slipping inside. Elena has no idea how determined I am to own her completely, how willing I am to torment her until she gives in on her own accord. Her admission during the spanking was a submission to my will; now I need her to concede her body.
“I’m waiting,” I urge, giving her ass a light slap.
She gasps, pain and pleasure coming together as I continue pushing and stroking against her—teasing but never giving her what she really wants.
“Please,” she whispers. “Fuck me.”
Tension melts from my body as she destroys the last barrier holding me back. My tattooed hands frame her ass as I pull her back into me and thrust, filling her with my cock. My low groan harmonizes with her sharp cry, our bodies coming together with my cock embedded fully inside her. The tight clench of her is exquisite, and I rest inside Elena to let her adjust. Her pussy throbs around me, her juices soaking me in her arousal.
Tightening my hold on her ass, I pull out and push in again, hard enough that the strike of my thighs against hers sounds audibly through the room. She moans and grips the sheets tight, swaying back into my next thrust and rolling her hips.
“Fuck,” I groan, catching her rhythm and falling into it. She feels so fucking good, so right. I could come right now but I hold back, not ready to let go of such intense pleasure.
I stare down at where our bodies are joined, watching the hypnotic bounce of her ass against me and the glisten of her wetness on my dick.
“That’s so good, Elena,” I rasp, stroking my hands up her body and under it to cup her breasts. “So fucking good. That’s my girl … my good girl.”
Elena is lost, no longer fighting what she feels, what she wants … what only I can give her. She moves with me, taking every inch and begging for more with her wild moans. I pinch her nipples until I know they ache, then sooth them with gentle tugs. Another flood of wetness is my reward, and the slick sounds of us coming together and separating cranks me up even more.
“Diego … I … oh, God!”
“Yes, gatita. Let go. Give me all of you.”
She’s trembling again, and I realize that I am too. The intensity of what’s happening is beyond what I imagined, and she doesn’t have to tell me it’s the same for her.