“Facedown on your bed!”

I answer, bounding to her bed, and jumping onto it. Her bed is lower than mine, which makes that a lot easier for me, and I lower onto my hands and knees. I look over at her, waiting, stretching my palms on her bedding, fingers splaying slowly.

Features brightening with a wide smile, Amy strides to the bedside fast, swinging one leg onto it, then the other. One hand slaps down on my ass with a crisp smack, and I arch with a soft gasp of pain. I flex and twist, and I look over my shoulder.

“That, is a reward for being an enthusiastic little minx, you slut!” Amy informs me, as she pours the lubricant onto my ass. She slides the fingers of her free hand down the crease, oiling me to ensure my readiness to accommodate a cock like hers.

I bite my lower lip as her fingers slide into my, driving one in, for ten strokes, then two, for ten more. Her spine arches as the third joins the middle and the forefinger. I breathe heavier as she readies me, reaching for her nightstand, promptly.

I can barely reach, under the circumstances, but I get the drawer open, and grab her dry, spare washcloth. I hold it back, while she strokes her cock, lubricating herself, in preparation to seize me for her use. I watch, until Amy takes the cloth.

She dries her hands, as she's never been fond of messiness, and then drops the cloth on the small of my back. Her hands dried, she curls her fingers on my hips and takes a firm grasp of me as she aligns. Then, she slides one hand up my back.

Fingers curl into my hair, collecting a solid handhold. My eyes flutter and widen as I realise she means to use my short, dense hair as a leash. Before I can ask her to reconsider, Amy wrenches my hair hard, forcing my head back, and slams.

Her hips slap against my ass as her thick cock rams hilt-deep, savaging my prostate and forcing me to moan as she does. My eyes flutter and I stare defenceless at the wall ahead and ceiling above, my own cock hardening rapidly in response.

The pleasure-pain of ruin washes across my nerve-endings as my spine arches for her, forced by both her hand tangled within my hair and her cock. I cannot resist the moan which she forces from my lips, as she pushes me to take all of her.

Even while Amy is hard as steel, her well-oiled shaft slides in, swift and smooth. I don't even have to sway backward for her, because she took control of that, as well. Each thrust is matched by a sharp, harsh yank on my hair to drag me back.

She slams herself into my ass with a clean, audible smack, but not of the sort that hurts. I moan, involuntarily, solicited as it is by her shaft grinding over my prostate. The sole action I can take is inaction, to offer her a total absence of resistance.

One hand on my hip, the other in my hair, Amy takes what she wants from me. Yet my lack of resistance does not simply go unnoticed. Amy leans forward, murmuring in my ear as she yanks me back onto her cock by my hair, making me gasp.

“You're not even pretending the faintest hint of resistance, you little faggot!” she murmurs in my ear, with a mischievous hum of amusement, “You're enjoying this even more than the first time, aren't you, you ravenous little cock whore?”

“Fuck, yes, I am!” I hiss in answer, as she turns my head enough to force, or allow, eye contact between us to be restored. Mine flutter at hers, and her lips arc in a curvature of a Cheshire grin. I lift my eyebrows at her, staring into Amy's eyes.

“I will be disappointed if you are shocked by that!” Amy freezes for a moment and stares at me, and then the hand on my hip moves. She delivers one savagely hard spank to each cheek of my ass, soliciting two loud yelps of rich pleasure-pain.

“You fucking ... sassy! Little! Faggot!” Every word is punctuated by another spank two each cheek, a hard yank of my hair and a ruthless thrust. Then she forces my head to turn enough for her to actually kiss me on the mouth, and I just stare.

“I fucking love you, you fucking slut!” she growls the words, sliding her hand out of my hair to rest between my shoulders. Amy presses me down to adjust the angle, until I bend and go from my hands and knees, to settle on my elbows and knees.

Her hand drags down my back, scratching hard and leaving red lines, before she seizes my hips in both hands. Amy growls with arousal, and accelerates her movements, hammering into me at her strongest force, and at her swiftest possible pace.

“You're going to cum for me, just as a reward for being such a sassy little bitch!” she growls, her demand telling me exactly what she wants, and telling me how much she likes me being a snarky little minx. Now, the only thing I can do is take it.

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