art-of-domination:“Yeah, well what are you going to do to about it?”Her voice was teasing, playful.
art-of-domination:“Yeah, well what are you going to do to about it?”Her voice was teasing, playful. She liked to push his buttons sometime and he, in turn, enjoyed when she did. Every once in a while, he would give her the desired reaction.“I’ll fucking show you.”He yanked her hair hard, the high pitched squeal, a far cry from the teasing tone of her voice a second before. He tore the front of her nightie, revealing her bare breasts and pinned her on her stomach, yanking down her bottoms, her round ass, now fully on display. His hand pushed her head hard into the mattress, as his body’s weight pinned her down.“This what you fucking wanted? This what you were looking for?” His cock pushed deep inside her, her aroused pussy wrapping around his thick shaft. He plunged in and out of her, over and over. Her gasps with each thrust inward only served to make his cock harder. His voice in her ear only made her more aroused.“Like that, you fucking slut? Like fucking teasing me? This is what happens when you push me. I don’t mind showing you. Making sure you understand what a slut you are for me. Look at you. Look how that pussy loves this. How hard you need to be fucked. How fucking wet you get when I give it to you like this. Such a dirty fucking girl aren’t you?His cock pushed harder and harder, making her grunts louder and louder. He felt her pussy spasm, locking around his cock, milking his release out of him, his warmth flooding her sex, filling her, coating her with his juices. As he finished he remained on top of her, his hand roughly against her head. “Mine. Don’t you fucking forget it. Mine.” A hint of a smile crossed her face. His. She would not forget it. -- source link