That “Oh God” was shorthand for “I need to come.” I could tell by the way she snapped her hips, and the way her muscles tensed as her thighs gripped me. I remembered how it felt when she was about to come, no matter how long it had been.
I ground against her clit, fucking her deep as she made gasping, begging sounds. Her whole body trembled, a delicate vase about to shatter, a firecracker about to explode. As for me, I’d long since lost my mind. Animal. I felt like an animal. I fucked her like an animal. She was riding me like an animal and banging her fists against the wall.
“Come on,” I said. “You hungry little slut. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
“I can’t,” she cried.
“You’re going to.” I took her down to the floor, or maybe my legs collapsed from the pressure building behind my balls. I shoved her thighs open, hard and wide, and stretched myself over her, pressing her wrists to the floor. I went even deeper in her now. She tossed her head back and forth, so beautiful in surrender. I felt the exact moment the struggle left her body. I saw the tension bleed away from her face and then I felt her pussy clamp around me. She sobbed, twisting her hips.
My balls contracted and my cock exploded, the built-up pressure shooting outward in waves that turned me inside out and left me enervated. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I gasped. “Holy fuck.”
The orgasm went on forever, pulse after pulse of rending bliss. She was still breathing hard, arching under me. I stayed buried in her pussy, riding the afterglow for all I was worth. At last I came back to earth, from animal to civilized man. Well, mostly civilized man.
“Good girl,” I said when I could speak. “No. Don’t move yet. I’m not done with you yet.”
I eased off her a moment later. She reached for me, but I stretched her arms up again and held her wrists against the floor. “I said not to move. Stay there, or I’ll blister your ass with my fucking belt. Do you understand?”
I wasn’t sure she’d obey. Our hot, violent tryst had left her a little scattered. I knelt back, watching her with a warning look, and forced her legs open when she tried to close them.
“What are you going to do now?” she asked. I left her lying there, threw away the condom and started to undress. She sounded scared, petulant, horny, confused, all those wonderful emotions. She was the same old Chere. It was like I’d never left.
“I told you what I was going to do,” I replied, throwing my shirt and pants over the edge of the couch.
She gave me a pleading look. “I haven’t—I haven’t done anal since you went away. I don’t think I’m ready to take you in the ass.”
“I don’t care if you’re ready. You’ll manage. Don’t you dare close those legs.” They’d begun inching together again. Poor, scared Chere. Her pussy had gotten the quick, impulsive fuck. Her ass was going to get worked over for a whole lot longer. She remembered. She knew.
“Please,” she said, but at my glare, she fell silent. She was under my control now, the way she ought to be. The way she wanted to be. I stroked myself for a few minutes, watching her, thinking how beautiful and open she was.
“Do you want to touch yourself?” I asked. Her pussy was so wet the moisture was running down into her ass crack.
Her thigh muscles tightened. “Yes, please.”
“Well, you can’t. Not yet. I’ll let you rub your clit once I’m inside your asshole, if I think you deserve it.”
Her quiet whimper of frustration brought me to full hardness again. I raised an eyebrow. “You’re lucky I don’t have any clamps.”
I knelt between her legs and rolled on a condom, then jammed a few fingers into her pussy, collecting the copious wetness. “Look at me,” I ordered as I smoothed my fingers down to her asshole. Her gaze met mine as her tiny ring tensed at my touch. I used her pussy juices to ease in a finger, then two. “You are tight,” I said in a low voice. “This is going to hurt you.”
“Please, don’t. I haven’t been fucked in the ass in so long. I wish you wouldn’t.”
“Girls like you need to be fucked in the ass all the time.” I eased in another two fingers, stretching her open.
“Oww,” she whined, arching her hips. I’d forgotten how much I loved her whining and complaining. So much drama, pretending she didn’t like things. She was so worked up right now she was about to explode from it. If she was on her stomach, she’d be humping the floor, which was why I kept her on her back with her legs spread. No pleasure for her yet.