This allows him to gradually pick up the intensity until he is hammering away at her, his hands around her hips to pull her back into him with every thrust.
Scott lets go of one of her hips so he can slap her ass, snapping his open palm into the side of her ass cheek like he’s a jockey riding a horse down the final stretch.
Hannah reacts the same way as a horse would, bucking back into him with more intensity. But Hannah’s positioning, combined with her incapacitated arms, means she can’t get much force into her thrusts. So Scott grabs her hair and yanks her head up, bringing it up to the same level as his, straightening out her upper body and giving her more leverage to work with.
She takes advantage, using her hips to hammer her body back into his harder than before, her ass slamming up against his groin, forcing his cock deeper inside of her.
“There you go,” Scott says as he pulls his hands off Hannah and lets her do all the work. “Back that ass up into me. Show me what you can do, baby. Give me something to write home about."
Hannah does as she’s told, bucking back against Scott so hard that he has to wrap one arm around her chest to avoid losing his balance.
“Thatta girl,” he says. “Fuck my cock with your ass.”
Scott’s arm slides up Hannah’s body until it’s clamped around her neck. He grabs her in a headlock, tightening it down as she continues slamming her ass back against him.
He reaches up and smacks her in the face with an open hand.
Hannah yelps and stops backing into him.
“Don’t stop,” Scott says, smacking her again, eliciting another startled noise from Hannah.
She starts up again, less aggressively than before.
“Harder,” Scott says as he smacks her once again.
Hannah backs up against him with more intensity but still not as much as earlier.
Scott smacks her yet again. His other arm is still around her neck but not squeezing tightly. “Harder.”
She obliges. By now she’s back to where she was earlier, practically knocking him backwards with every thrust.
“Are you deaf? Harder!” he says, smacking her face for the fifth time.
Hannah slams back into him with everything she has, a guttural grunt coming from her throat as she hammers away at him.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Scott says. “Hammer me with that fat ass of yours.”
He lets her back into him a few more times before releasing his hold on her and again pushing her face down to the carpet. Then he goes back to work on her, returning the favor by hammering away on her with everything he has.
Scott uses his hands to spread Hannah’s asscheeks, making her pretty little asshole gape. It’s opened wide, just begging to be played with.
So he does, sneaking his thumb over to the crack of her ass while he continues fucking her. He gathers up some saliva and spits on her asshole, then slips his thumb inside.
Hannah gasps and curses beneath her breath but doesn’t protest. In fact, her energy level picks up almost immediately, along with the pitch of the grunts coming from her throat. Apparently Scott has found the sweet spot.
“You like that, do you?” Scott says, forcing his thumb deeper into her asshole.
“I fucking love it,” Hannah says, her voice a guttural growl. Her arms and legs are straining more than ever against her bonds.
“Is that right?” Scott says, moving his thumb in and out of her asshole while still hammering away at her pussy. “Do you want me to stick something else in there?”
“Fuck yeah,” she says.
“Well then, let’s see what we’ve got,” Scott says. He pulls his cock out of her pussy. It’s gleaming with her juices and harder than it’s been all night.
He desperately wants to slip it into her asshole but knows that shortly after he does it’ll be all over for him. And he wants to debase her more before he cums. So he has to find something else that will do the trick for a little while, giving him a chance to calm down for a few minutes.
Then he sees something that will work perfectly.
Smiling, Scott reaches back and snatches the wine bottle from the coffee table.
He sticks two fingers into Hannah’s dripping wet snatch and bangs her for a few seconds to get some of her juices to use as lube, then rubs his fingers on the neck of the wine bottle to help ease the entry.
Before Hannah can protest, Scott slips the tip of the bottle into her asshole. There’s a hint of resistance at first, but then it slides in quite easily.
Hannah gasps and utters a low, wordless moan of pleasure as Scott slides the wine bottle further into her asshole.
He works it carefully, moving it back and forth slowly and spitting on her asshole with regularity to keep things nice and wet.
“Jesus Christ that feels so fucking good,” Hannah says. Her head is still pressing against the carpet but her face is turned back to watch the proceedings. “Give me more. I want the whole fucking thing.”
So Scott does, sliding the bottle into her asshole until the entire neck disappears.
“God-dammit!” Hannah says, her voice dripping with ecstasy.
“You’re such a dirty little slut,” Scott says, laughing under his breath.
She raises her eyebrows twice in succession and smiles.
Wanting to get back into the action but not quite ready to replace the wine bottle with his cock, Scott grabs ahold of Hannah’s hair and once again pulls her into a sitting position.
Still working the wine bottle with one hand, he sticks his tongue in her mouth and explores her tonsils while his free hand gropes one of her magnificent breasts.
