She Likes It Rough Page 7

  “Mr.—St—“

  “Admit it!” Another rough spank lands against my stinging red ass, the hardest one yet. “You’re just a dirty fucking slut! Say it!”

  “I’m…”

  SMACK!

  “I’m just a s—slu—“

  SMACK!

  “Now!”

  “Okay, okay!” I huff and wince, nearly collapsing from his blows against my battered ass. “I’m just a dirty, filthy slut, and I fucking like it, okay?”

  A stream of sweat rolls along my spine and pools above my ass as I lift myself up.

  Then Mr. Stone grabs hold of me by the waist, carries me over to the bed and tosses me face first. My naked body slips on the smooth satin as he pulls me back by the angles, splitting my legs wide apart.

  And then I feel it. The girth of him spreading apart my wet entrance, and my lips giving way to his enormous cock. His size parts my tight walls as he enters me and my hips jolt. My ass slams against his pelvis and he holds me there by the waist.

  My slick fluids coat the length of his cock, lubricating his way into the very depths of me. Mr. Stone grunts and squeezes my sides. I contract the muscles of my core and he huffs and groans, feeling my tightness around his stiff dick.

  My legs quake beneath me, barely able to hold me up. My lungs fill with moans of ecstasy between quick and shallow breaths. Mr. Stone impales me, slowly, nearly splitting me in half with the magnitude of his cock. I want to scream, but bite down hard on my lower lip instead.

  Then my eyes go wide and my back arches reflexively when his dick bottoms out at my cervix. I can’t contain myself any longer.

  “Unnngh!” I moan, wildly bucking my ass against him. “Yes! Fuck me!”

  Mr. Stone grunts and groans, using my waist as leverage to thrust himself inside me, again and again. The rock hard muscles of his abdomen pummel and beat against my perfect ebony ass. Wet juices flow between my thighs and wet his trimmed pubes as my pussy devours every last centimeter of cock.

  “Yes! I—I want it!” I scream, feeling the tingling ecstasy coursing through every nerve with each fucking motion. I work his cock like an expert whore, coaxing his cock to empty its load deep inside me. “Give it to me! Cum inside me, Mr. Stone!”

  And then every muscle in my back goes tense when I feel the subtle twitch of his dick against my cervix.

  “F—fuck! I’m gonna fucking cum!” He groans, yanking me hard against his pelvis and holding me there in a vice grip.

  A deep and powerful energy begins to swell inside my core, rising up and expanding out to my extremities. My whole body shudders and my knees buckle. He continues his relentless pounding, fucking me senseless as my torso droops, gone limp from sensory overload.

  My tight pussy wrings itself around Mr. Stone’s hard cock, coaxing him to cum until he finally resigns himself to ejaculation.

  My deep moans echo as the flood of warm spunk fills my uterus. Our bodies spasm together as we climax, lost in euphoric tremors.

  Mr. Stone’s torso slips on the sweat of my ass while jets of sperm fill my insides. My pussy explodes in a fit of orgasmic quivering, tightening itself along his whole length. Again and again, his cock empties its massive load in spurts of warm, thick cum.

  And at last, when my pussy has milked every last drop of semen from him, we collapse together in a mess of sweat and fluids.

  And as the intensity of the orgasm subsides into a relaxing afterglow, only one thought occupies my mind: what kind of car do I want to buy first?

  Unprotected

  I smile wide just before my head collides with the airbag. Glowing headlights shatter into a million shards against crunching metal.

  I didn’t hit Mr. Jameson’s car on purpose, but it wasn’t a complete accident, either.

  More like I just let the wheel go and let fate take me where it wanted—like right into my neighbor’s brand new Bentley.

  Innocent enough.

  Black windows light up in the suburban cul-de-sac around me. A blaring car alarm rings in my ears as people peer through their windows to see what all the commotion is about. I keep my face buried in the softness of the deployed cushion, waiting for Mr. Jameson himself to come out and see what I’ve done to his car.

  Besides, is it my fault it was parked on the street?

  After all, sometimes a girl has got to work to get a little attention. And Mr. Jameson’s attention is something worth getting my hands a little dirty for.

  In fact, I’ve been trying for weeks now to get him to fuck me. Just like every other slut on this block, apparently.

  Like just last week I saw Mrs. Andrews knocking on his front door in a low cut dress and come-fuck-me pumps with a tray full of fresh brownies. And that bitch is fucking married.

  Well she’s going to have to try a lot harder than that if she wants Mr. Jameson to go down on her. He’s a man of principal. A man of class. Seducing a real man like that requires much more drastic measures.

  Like crashing into his car, for instance.

  I can’t really blame them though, seeing how he’s the hottest, richest man in the neighborhood. He’s probably somewhere in his mid-forties, but I swear that guy could pass for thirty.

  I love watching him from my bedroom window when he comes home from the gym—the guy never misses a day. Seeing his tight pecs taut against his sweaty tank makes my panties all wet.

  Sometimes I like to finer myself, two fingers spreading my labia, feeling the wetness there while I fantasize about all the naughty things I want Mr. Jameson to do to me.

  Usually I end up on the bed with my legs spread eagle in the air, grinding against a dildo deep inside my pussy, moaning softly so Mom doesn’t hear.

  I think about him entering me, embracing me between his broad shoulders, pile driving himself into my tight slit as I plead for him to cum inside. I imagine bucking my hips against the sweat of his six-pack, coaxing his massive cock to fill me with his hot load.

  The truth is I’m still a virgin. But that doesn’t mean I never daydream about being a dirty little slut.

  I’m nineteen and still haven’t felt a real cock inside me. Plenty of guys have tried to get in my pants, but really I’m just a girl with expensive taste, and I never settle.

  I’m holing out until I strike gold, baby.

  Call me a gold digger—call me whatever you want. I know what I’m after and nothing gets in my way.

  So it’s only natural that I should let my wheels drift into Mr. Jameson’s car. Easiest way to get into someone’s life—just make fireworks.

  “Brenna!” Mr. Jameson opens the driver side door to see me slumped facedown against the airbag. “Are you okay?” He reaches across my chest, brushing my tits with the bulk of his arm to unbuckle the seatbelt.

  I lift my head up and shake like I’m just coming to. But really I’m just thrilled he remembers my name.

  “What—what happened?” I blink slowly, pretending to become aware of my surroundings. I feel the warmth of his hand on my bare shoulder, the strap of my pink tank hanging loose. His hand against my tan skin sends a shiver up my spine that makes me sit up straight in the leather seat.

  “C’mon, let’s get you out of there.” He brings my arm over his neck and cradles me behind the knees. Suddenly he’s holding me and I’m staring into those perfect amber eyes, the sun peeking through a storm cloud casting a rim of light around his chiseled features. Am I in heaven?

  “Mr.—Mr. Jameson?” My dark eyelids flutter and my cheeks flush.

  “You were in an accident,” he says. No shit. I pretend to look surprised.

  “Oh my god! Your car! I’m so—“

  “It’s okay. The important thing is that you’re okay.”

  I try my best to look sincere, but with him holding me like this, all I can think about is the slick heat between my legs. My toes curl and fidget in the air to the carnal thoughts swimming in my head.

  “I guess this isn’t the best time to tell you…” I say.

  “
No, it’s okay.” The way he smiles at me makes me squirm against his hard chest. The toned muscles of his thick biceps flex to hold me in place. Him holding me like this, staring into eyes with such deep concern—it’s exactly how I imagined this would happen.

  If things continue going like I planned, I’ll be riding on his dick in no time. Preferably without a condom.

  “I’m unprotected…”

  “You mean uninsured?” He looks rather stoic, considering. His tie is loose around his neck, the top buttons of his dress shirt undone. The muscles of his toned pectorals twitch beneath the white fabric, cradling me like a helpless damsel. “Don’t worry about it.”

  I flinch to a drop of rain landing on my soft, pale cheek. Thunder roars from a distance.

  “Let’s get you inside before you get wet.”

  Too late.

  ******

  The rain is already pounding by the time we get inside Mr. Jameson’s house. My damp hair clings to his arms as he carries me carries me to a plush brown couch in a giant living room.

  Mr. Jameson sets me down with the gentle ease of handling a newborn, my limp body spilling onto the soft cushions like I’ve just been saved from a burning building.

  “Does anything hurt?”

  “Not really,” I say, placing a palm against my forehead and massaging there, “My head’s just rattled is all.”

  “Well, let me get you something to dry off with.”

  I can’t believe I’m inside Mr. Jameson’s house. I’d pinch myself, if not for the fear that I might actually wake up.

  A thin ray of light pours through the sunroof above me, illuminating the polished antiques set along wooden shelves. A tall grandfather clock ticks away, filling the silence as Mr. Jameson rummages in a closet down the hall.

  “Here you go,” he says when he returns.

  “You’re so sweet.” I flash a bright smile and catch him blushing slightly, breaking eye contact to stare down at his bare feet. “I must look like such a hot mess.”

  I sit up and ruffle the towel over my hair. “It’s so humiliating that this happened.” I bury my face in my hands and shake my head. “I couldn’t even drive twenty feet from my driveway without hitting something.” I toss my hair back and tuck a dark strand behind my hair. “I’m such a stupid klutz sometimes.”

  “Nah, you’re not stupid.” He puts a gentle hand on the side of my arm.

  “But I’m a klutz.” I start giggling and Mr. Jameson smiles with his eyes, then we burst into laughter.

  “Lucky for me, you were there to make sure I was okay.” He rubs the back of his neck when I beam at him, patting my cleavage with the towel. There’s a long, awkward pause. Is Mr. Jameson getting flustered?

  “Yeah, well, I heard a loud crash and—“

  “I’ve made so much trouble for you,” I say, standing up. He looks surprised that I’m able to stand at all. “Is there… anything I can do to compensate?”

  “Nope—well, I have good insurance, so…”

  “That’s not what I mean.” My manicured toes sink into the soft beige carpet as I advance toward Mr. Jameson with a smooth confidence. “Look, you’re all wet!” I bring the towel to his chest and press it between the open buttons of his dress shirt.

  Mr. Jameson catches my wrist, “It’s okay, you really don’t have to.“

  “Relax,” I say, patting across his broad collarbone. My tongue sleeks across my upper lip, maintaining eye contact as I peel back one side of his shirt. “Let me dry you off, silly!”

  Mr. Jameson relinquishes his grip with some hesitation. My eyelids droop as I continue working my way across his bare chest. His massive pecs rise and fall with slow, heavy breaths. An intense shiver runs the length of my spine, emanating from my slickening pussy.

  I start working at the buttons of his shirt, holding his gaze. “Can I tell you something?” I say, leaning in close, planting an open palm against a bulging pectoral. Soft crimson lips brush his ear as I whisper, “Did you know I’m still a virgin?”

  His jaw clenches and the tendons of his neck grow tense at my words. My hand caresses beneath his shirt, leading into soft semi-circles that play at the hardness of a nipple.

  “Can you believe that?” My hand travels the length of his torso, rolling over wet mounds of bulk and muscle. Rounded manicured nails dance across the tough ripples of his abdomen. “Nineteen years old and I’ve still never been…”

  “Are you feeling all right?” He grabs me by the shoulders, staring deep into my eyes to examine my state. “You could have a concussion or something.“

  “Don’t worry, Mr. Jameson,” my hand dives beneath the waist of his jeans and I pull him against me, “I know exactly what I’m doing.” His chest bounces against my supple tits, my fingers weave through a tuft of trimmed pubic hair.

  My tongue darts to the corner of my mouth and I grin, “Do you want to know what it’s like to cum inside a tight little virgin pussy?”

  His grip on my shoulders tightens and he shakes me, saying “Brenna! You know we can’t do that!”

  I sink my hand farther down his pants, wrapping delicate fingers around his engorged dick, feeling its quick pulse and growing stiffness. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Mr. Jameson. I’m way more mature than you think.”

  I squeeze the shaft with gentle tugs, slicking across his pursed lips with the wet of my tongue.

  “D—don’t!” His eyes flutter while I stroke the length of his dick. His massive girth swells in my hand with every fast heartbeat against my breasts.

  “Your cock tells me otherwise.” I can’t help but smirk as I tease the head. Mr. Jameson squirms in place, and a quiet moan escapes his lips.

  The moist towel falls to the carpet as I reach behind and drape my arm over his wide shoulders. His eyes shoot wide when our lips connect, my tongue pushing past his teeth. My thumb rubs tiny semi-circles at the top of his shaft while my tongue licks and prods inside his mouth. A bit of precum seeps from the tip and runs between my knuckles.

  I tug playfully on his quivering lip as our mouths peel apart. Mr. Jameson is still studying me like he’s looking for signs of brain damage.

  “I don't think—“

  “Shhh. Just relax.” Both hands move to the sides of his waist as I squat to tug down hard on his pants and briefs. “I owe you this…”

  I hold his gaze until his pants are bunched at his ankles. His massive cock, fully erect, is inches away from my face. My lips crease into a sinister smile.

  I fling my hair back, giggling as an index finger sweeps across the shaft to catch a bit of dribbling precum.

  “Mmmm…” I moan long and deep, wrapping the fingertip with puckered lips, sucking off the sweet taste of him. My eyelids droop and my tongue dances against the roof of my mouth. My hips sway to the sogginess dripping between my thighs.

  My hands glide over the smoothness of his ass, rolling over every toned muscle down to his calves. His wide frame casts a dense shadow over me as my knees burrow into the soft carpet, inching close enough for my nose to graze his throbbing dick. His intoxicating scent permeates my senses.

  Crimson lips hover over the head and slowly peel apart. His dick is enveloped in the warm air pouring from my moist cavern. A thick string of saliva dribbles from my bottom lip and wets his dark pubes.

  I stare up at him through gleaming eyes, tongue emerging just slightly, licking and teasing the sensitive head. Mr. Jameson’s eyes roll back and his lungs release a drawn out sigh.

  As the tip of my tongue dances about the shaft, one hand cups his balls to tickle his scrotum. His legs jitter when he feels the wet kiss of my lips on his ball sac, my teeth nibbling, tugging gently on the skin.

  His neck goes limp and he stares at me through apprehensive eyes, giving a subtle shake as if to tell me not to go through with this.

  Little does he know I already made up my mind long before he brought me inside.

  “Ungh!” Mr. Jameson’s moans echo through the room, up into the high
ceiling. The flat of my tongue slicks along the shaft, coating the length of his dick in a wet, hot sheen of spit. I hold at the base of the shaft with thumb and forefinger, making tiny strokes as he reels to the slippery pleasure of my tongue. It hooks around the stiff girth, writhing and teasing while my fingertips grope at his balls.

  I make my way up to the tip and my mouth gapes open. He squints hard, groaning and clenching his jaw as his cock slips into the dense heat.

  “Agh!” He moans deep when my soft lips close around his member. My tongue swirls and licks as the tight suction closes around the rock hard thickness.