“Carson,” she snaps, impatiently.
“I asked you a question Priss. Do you think you’ve been bad?”
“No,” she spits, glaring up at me as she looks over her shoulder, her gaze imperious even in her submissive, vulnerable position.
Flipping her skirt up, I expose her pale pink satin panties, caressing them with my fingers before I step forward and grind my hard dick against her ass. “I think you’ve been a bitch Priss. I think since the moment you ran from me with nothing but a fuck you, you’ve been a bad girl. You’ve ignored me, you’ve ignored your sister and I’d lay money on the fact that you’ve been a bitch to everyone who’s spoken to you today.”
“Are you going to touch me, or is all this so you can tell me off?” she hisses angrily, but I can hear the lust in her voice even as she tries to hide it.
“Is that what you want? Do you want me to rip these panties off and then fuck you rough and hard? Do you want me to take you, like I hate you?” Bending my knees I grind against her again, feeling her push back into my dick.
“Are you wet for me?” I growl.
“Yes,” she rasps, the word sounding like it was torn from her throat.
Sliding my hand between us, I push her panties to the side and thrust one finger deep into her hot, wet cunt. “So fucking tight,” I growl, as I pump my finger in and out of her, adding a second finger and stretching her as she pushes back against me, riding my hand.
“Oh god,” she sighs, breathlessly.
“I want you to come on my fingers Priss, ride my hand and make yourself come,” I demand, pushing in deeper each time and adding a third finger so her cunt is full and her arousal is coating my hand.
Sliding my other palm around her stomach I find her clit, rubbing and circling as she bounces against my hand. “That’s it Priss, come for me.”
Her gasps and mewls have me hardening until my dick feels like an iron rod beneath my slacks and then she comes and a gush of liquid rushes down my hand, dripping to her panties and the floor beneath us, making my stomach clench with lust.
Her cunt is still clenching around my fingers when I pull them out of her, dragging her panties off her ass and down her legs and shoving them into my pocket once she’s lifted her legs free of them.
“I want to fuck you Priss,” I say, leaning over her and biting the back of her neck.
“Yes, god yes, Carson please,” she begs, her hips still grinding, her pussy empty but desperate to be filled.
“Bend right over the arm, ass in the air,” I order, unbuttoning my pants while she eagerly complies. Grabbing her hips in my hands I slam my dick all the way inside her on one long thrust, loving the sharp gasp of surprise she makes.
I lose myself in her, rolling my hips, filling her deep with every thrust as I fuck her hard from behind, while she moans and gasps and clamps down on my dick like she thinks I’m going stop. As if I could stop. She’s taking me just as much as I’m taking her and I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to. I’m a slave to her in this moment, she might think I’m in control, but there’s nothing further from the truth, this is her show and I’m just here for the ride.
Unable to reach her clit from this position, I slap her ass hard, loving the sharp hiss of breath she takes. “Play with your clit Priss, I’m close, but you need to come first. Make yourself come,” I demand, slamming into her, using my grip on her hips to pull her on and off my dick.
Her arm moves and I watch as she rubs at her clit. Her breaths become more ragged, her movement stalling when I hit that spot inside of her that makes little bursts of, “Oh my god,” fall from her lips.
“Fuck, your cunt takes my dick so well Priss, so tight, so fucking perfect. I wish we were filming this too so you could see what I can. So you could watch my cock filling you up, stretching you.” As I speak her pussy clamps down on me, until she’s crying out, her muscles fluttering, milking my dick making it impossible for me not to follow her. I come with a grunt, slamming into her hard enough to push her forward over the couch, her feet coming off the floor. Once, twice, three times I slam into her with abandon, without finesse and then I still, both of us spent, both breathing hard.
After a minute where neither of us speaks, I pull my dick free, watching as my cum drips from her slit. A fucked up sense of pride fills me as I stare at her well used cunt covered in my release.
Jesus I’m a sick bastard. If she were mine, then maybe it’d be okay to want to fill her cunt with my cum, but she’s not mine and this was nothing more than a hot fuck.
Clenching my jaw, I push my dick back into my boxers and rebutton my slacks as I step backwards, giving her enough room to move, even though I really want her to stay there just as she is, spread wide and waiting for round two.
My cell ringing shatters the tension that I can
