With that he pulled out -- the friction from her internal clenching had made his cock a little over-sensitive, but it had been worth it, to have her lose it like that. But he was going to take her further.
He kissed down her throat, sucking just a little. He knew it would make her toes curl. He reached her heavy, full breasts, her nipples fantastically hard. He rolled one with his tongue, pulling against it with his teeth, while pinching the other. She started to pant. With his free hand, he played with her pussy, sliding his fingers between her slick lips, never leaving her nipples unattended. She had goosebumps all over, and he knew it wouldn't be long. He plunged two fingers deep into her, pushing the base of his hand up against her, while rubbing her clit with his thumb.
"Oooohhhh, fffuuuuccckkkkk" she moaned. She was completely at his mercy. He moved his mouth from her nipple, never lessening the action of his hands. He placed his face next to hers, and while he sucked on her ear, said, "That's it. Be a good girl, and cum again. Cum for me... "
She shuddered, as her breath came in gasps. Her clit radiated electricity throughout her entire body as she thrashed under him. He took his hand from her nipple, slapped her face and then plunged two fingers into her mouth. She bit down on them as her entire body spasmed under him. "Uuuuuhhhhh..." she moaned, his hand finally withdrawing from inside her pussy. He watched her chest rise and fall as she panted, her eyes closed.
He grabbed her jaw and shook her head a little. Her eyes snapped open. He laughed low and said, "Oh, you didn't think we were done, did you, Princess?"
He lower jaw shook a little as she stuttered, "Nn-nn-ooo, no, Sir."
"Good," he said, slapping her. Not because she had done anything wrong -- just because he wanted to. He scooped one arm under her shoulder, and pushed against her opposite hip with the other, flipping her over. Having spent years watching her little brother on the wrestling mat, she was impressed with the modified suplex, even if she couldn't articulate it at the moment.
He ran his tongue down her spine, covering her in his saliva. She wasn't leaving his room until he covered her with spit and cum. He reached her ass and he bit it. And slapped it. She moaned into the mattress. He hitched her hips up, giving him full access to her dripping wet twat. He tongued her again and again, gaging her readiness. She was moaning and shivered just slightly as his tongue flicked against her clit, and darted in and out of her tight little hole. He knew she was primed to cum again pretty quickly.
He grabbed the massage oil from the side table, and dribbled it on her ass. Then he used both hands to massage it into her skin, and knead her flesh. He worked her ass for more than a minute, just digging his fingers into her flesh, feeling her tension dissolve. And just when her had her where he wanted her, he smacked her hard across the back of those beautiful cheeks. She wined just a little -- the change from tenderness to stinging was abrupt -- and intensely erotic. Massage, and smack! Massage, and smack! Her ass was tingling, while her core pulsated with anticipation. She was going to be sore the next day, and she didn't mind a bit.
He slid one oiled hand down the length of his shaft, just for good measure, before pushing it inside her. Fuck, she felt amazing. Sliding in and out, he wanted to get deeper into her. He put one foot up on the bed, next to her knee, as she pushed back against him. He bottomed out, slamming all the way into her pussy. Again and again, his lower abs slapping against her oiled ass, the lewd sound of their bodies colliding filling the air.
He stopped for a second, and said, "Ok. Now I want you to take your hand and play with your clit." She was face down in the mattress, and her muffled response might have been "Ooohhhhh" or "Nooooo," he wasn't sure which.
But she didn't move either of her hands. He flipped her head so he could see half her face.
"What was that?" he asked, smacking her ass.
"Yes, sir," she replied, maneuvering one hand towards her pussy.
"Now," he said, the length of him once more filling her, his rhythm of drilling into her resuming, "I want you to start rubbing yourself. Play with your clit, and cum for me. Again."
"Uh... ugh.... Ooohhh...." She moaned, as her fingers pressed against her clit and his cock pressed against every one of her inner walls. She started to shake, as he pummeled her.
"Good girl," he growled. "Cum. Cum for me, you slut." Again and again he slammed into her, as her pussy tensed, and shook. "Oh ffuuuccckkkk" she cried, he body shaking. "Oooohhhhh, fffuuuccckkkkk!" she cried, as pressed into her. "Harder," he commanded, "rub it harder...." It was all she could do, pressing her hand against her most tender spot. He pressed his thumb right up her ass, and thrust it in her as he thrust his cock into cunt. She was already shaking, when she started to whimper. "Oh my God, " she whispered, as her entire body exploded with pleasure. She was seeing stars behind her eyelids as he continued to pump into her. When she went from shaking to nearly convulsing, he pulled his thumb out of her, pulled his cock out of her. She collapsed on the bed, completely blissed out. He grabbed his shaft and stroked it a few times before he painted her ass and back white with ribbons of cum.
As he wiped his hands off on a towel, he looked down at her. Her breath was ragged, her body was shaking, and tears were trickling out the corners of her eyes. He knew he could do it, make her cry from cumming. She'd never been more beautiful, sweaty and messy, covered in his bodily fluids, shaking on his bed.
He leaned down and kissed her cheek. "You were a very good girl, " he said, pushing her hair off her sweaty temple. "Now, clean up. You can't stay here all day," he said, gently patting her ass and tossing the towel into her hands.
She blinked. What was she going to do? She was dizzy, lightheaded as endorphins flooded her dick-drunk body. She pushed herself up to a sitting position, and he returned to the room with a glass of water. "Thirsty?" he asked, handing it to her. All she could do was nod. She gulped it greedily, as he began to gather her clothes.
She stood up shakily, and headed to the bathroom. She got the towel wet, and wiped herself off as best she could. She was going to need a shower. And a bath. And then some aspirin. And she couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. She finished wiping herself off (was there cum in her hair? How did he do that?) and got dressed. She looked at herself in the mirror -- God, she was a mess. Her hair was a wreck and her face was both pale and flush, her mascara mostly gone, her lipstick like it never existed. She searched her purse for anything helpful... breath mints, lip gloss, and a hair tie would have to suffice.
As she opened the door, she saw him, waiting. Fully dressed, hair slicked back, self-satisfied grin on his face. And another glass of water in his hands. "You want this?" he asked, smiling. He knew she would be terribly thirsty -- she always was. Afterwards. She grabbed it and drank it, a little more slowly this time.
"I'm glad you came over," he said, smirking. She nodded. She wasn't sure if she should answer, since it wasn't a question. "Are you going to be okay to drive?"
"Yeah, I think so," she replied. He raised one eyebrow. "Sir!" she added, smiling.
He smiled as he gently patted her cheek. "Good girl," he said, opening the door.
The walked down the hall, turned the corner, and down the other hall. As they waited for the elevator, she suppressed a giggle. Not very successfully, since he asked, "What's so funny?"
She shook her head. "Nothing. Sorry. I just, I just feel..." she trailed off, unable to come up with the right word.
The elevator opened. They stepped in. Again, he watched her tits jiggle as they started with a lurch. She's already forgotten how jumpy the old mechanism was, and she reached behind her to steady herself. "Don't fall down," he said, chuckling.
The elevator stopped, and they stepped out. He stopped her from walking down the hall as he fixed the tie on her dress. It had become loose, and the lace of her bra was showing. It was one thing for him to see her in all manners of undress, but he didn't want other guys to get a free show.
"Thanks," she said.
"Thanks for coming over," he replied, smiling.
"Mmmm hmmmmm," she replied, not wanting to get in trouble.
She walked through the door he held open. "Are you going to be okay?" he asked, as she missed a step. She giggled and waved him off. "Drive safe!" he yelled, as she walked, slightly sideways, to her car. As she rounded the corner, she unlocked the door, and slid into the driver's seat. She took a few deep breaths, and burst out laughing. "Oh my God!" she said to herself, "That was un-fucking-believable!" She would be riding this high for days....
