Oh God, she moans.
The stinging from the contact makes her breasts ache, dying to be touched.
Smack!
On her left cheek.
Smack!
In the middle, just over her pussy and under the plug.
Her pussy is throbbing, aching, screaming to be filled.
Smack!
Right cheek.
Smack!
Left cheek.
Smack!
Center.
Her ass is grabbing onto the plug, milking it, trying to draw her climax from it.
Smack!
Center.
Smack!
Center.
“Please…,” Elsie moans.
Her need is primal, her hunger animalistic. She is almost lost in carnal oblivion. So close… just a little bit more… almost there…
John buries a finger in Elsie’s dripping pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she screams as she rides that first wave of her climax.
Moving his finger in and out of her, round and round, he lifts her hips up and lays her over the couch… with her ass up. He opens his jeans and rams his throbbing cock into her spasming pussy.
“OHGODOHGODOHGOOOOOD!!” Elsie screams.
Elsie’s orgasm rips through her like a tidal wave, exploding inside of her, and shattering her into a million brilliant glowing pieces.
John pounds into her, her walls grabbing and hugging him, pulling his climax from him, demanding he join her in that place of rapturous oblivion. He explodes, roaring with the force of it.
There is no longer a place where he ends and she begins. They are fused, their souls bound and melding as one, exploding into a thousand glorious pieces only to come back floating gently embracing each other through time and space.
They collapse in a spent heap entwined, not letting go, unable to get close enough, inside of each other enough. Their mouths search for the other, needing, wanting, yearning, loving.
John slowly eases the plug from Elsie’s bottom and cradles her in his big arms. He carries her to the bed and places her gently on the sheet. Covering her with the thick down comforter, he removes her choker and sets it on the nightstand before going into the bathroom. He washes the plug, then returns to her with a moist, warm, cloth to clean his oozing cum from her.
Elsie feels like a gelatinous gob of human being, completely spent and satisfied. It’s almost as if she doesn’t have form or substance, exhaustively rocked by the intensity of her orgasm.
John slides in beside her on the huge bed. Pulling her tiny frame against his big warm one, he wraps her in his arms.
“Mmmmmmm,” she murmurs.
“Tell me Angel, you enjoyed getting spanked.” John doesn’t need to ask, he knows, her body has already told him so.
Elsie’s body presses against his at the mention of it.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“And you liked the crop making love to you,” he continues. His hand is stroking her skin and he feels her breath catch in her body pressed intimately against his.
“Yes,” the word comes out breathless.
“It takes you to a place you’ve always yearned to go,” he states quietly, knowing the answer already.
“Yes,” it sounds like a hungry plea.
“I will always give you what you need, Elsie, trust me.”
“I do, John, completely.” There is so much certainty in Elsie’s voice.
They share a few moments of silence, holding each other, their souls embracing, wrapped in the warm tenderness of their afterglow.
“Did you enjoy the fights, Angel?” he asks, quietly.
They haven’t talked about the exhibition tonight. MMA is a big part of who John is, and knowing how Elsie feels about it is important to him.
Elsie was a nervous wreck when they’d left the Myrtle Beach Convention Center. Between the fights, Bambi and her hateful looks, then finally the night ending with John’s confronting Rico, Elsie’s mind was reeling.
Elsie rolls over within the circle of John’s arms, her face inches from his, the hardness of his body pressed against the womanly softness of hers.
“My God, John, I’ve never seen anything like that. You were an animal. I didn’t want to watch but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Are you always like that?” she asks, her eyes excitedly searching his.
Her fingertips are softly outlining the curves of his face, his eyes, his lips, his jaw, everything.
He captures her fingers with his lips and sucks them into his mouth before he answers her.
“Tonight really was mild compared to what a championship bout is like. Tempers are high and everyone is out for blood when money and titles are involved. What did you think about Brian?” he questions, smirking slightly.
Brian loves martial arts, and it suits him with his naturally fluid movements. His fighting style always comes as a surprise, when people see Brian compete for the first time.
“The man is a total badass, I was amazed. It was a thing of beauty, how he fought,” Elsie responds with genuine wonder.
“I know, the boy is good,” he smiles. The pride John has for his friend is obvious.
“I have to ask you something, Angel,” worry furrows John’s brow.
“Ok,” Elsie replies, a little tentatively.
Something must really be bothering him.
“Rico…,” John begins.
Elsie waits, not really sure where he’s going with this, but not liking the sound of it already.
John continues, “Did something happen between the two of you? Do you have feelings for him?”
By the uncomfortable expression on John’s face, it’s apparent he did not want to ask her these questions.
“Of course not, I have nothing to do with how that man behaves towards me. I have no idea where it’s coming from. Janie seems to think that he only does it to get to you. What the hell is his problem with you anyway?”
“I wish I knew, Elsie, but it’s gotten old. When he pulled that little stunt in the cage tonight, towards you, that was crossing the line. Mess with me all you want but when you go after my woman, that is disrespect that won’t be tolerated,” John says firmly.
Butterflies fill Elsie’s stomach when John calls her his woman. Nothing else matters except her belonging to him and he to her. Rico can be an ass all he wants to, she’s John’s woman.
But there was that feeling of foreboding she’d gotten when Bambi looked at her with so much hate in her eyes.
“John, it might be nothing…,” Elsie starts.
“Nothing is
