Ravaged

“Amy! I'm close!” I let the air out of my lungs in a huff of urgency, and I can feel the bed move as Amy manoeuvres. I know what she's doing, but I can't help but look down. Amy's shifted onto her back, her head directly beneath my pulsing cock.

“Give it to me, slut!” Amy commands, tilting her head back and opening her mouth. My cheeks stain dark scarlet, but her control over me is visceral, as is her awareness of my body. The first jet of my cream pulses into her mouth while I blush.

For a little over a minute, Amy milks me into her mouth, nine pulses in all. She drags the last drop from me, and licks it off with a smirk, before she slides down and repositions behind me. Her hands caress my hips for a moment, before lifting off.

“And this,” she slaps my ass on one side and then the other, hard enough to make my spine arch and make me gasp loudly, in answer, “is for thinking I wouldn't get you off, too, you little slut!” Then, at last, I feel her pour the lubricant on my ass.

Her slim, toned fingers slide down the crease, spreading the oil with two digits. From my tailbone down to my perineum, then back again, Amy strokes gently, but firmly, working the lubricating oil into me, before moving her hand to her cock.

I can hear her stroking herself, as she lines herself up, and drives in. I gasp in pleasure as her cock slides smoothly into my well-readied hole, grinding across my prostate immediately. I bite my lower lip, but Amy yanks my hair, and spanks hard.

“No, no, faggot!” Amy scolds me happily, “Don't bite your lip. I want to hear every drop of your enjoyment as I'm fucking you senseless!” Her hand still rests on the cheek stricken, as she twists my hair, establishing that I am unequivocally hers.

“Yes, Mistress!” I answer, my lips twitching, and her eyes widen for a moment. Her hand moves swiftly from my ass, as she slams it back down twice on each cheek. She rolls her hips, pulling out and then simply slamming herself back inside me.

“Cheeky! Little! Faggot!” she sneers down at me, her eyes twinkling mischievously, even as she delivers three more hard smacks to each cheek of my ass. I can't help but moan in answer, as she spanks me, and establishes a hard, brutal rhythm.

“Fuck, yes!” I whimper involuntarily, tremulously, and Amy grins at me, “You know how to use me, my Amy!” Instantly, the mischievous sneer vanishes, metamorphosing into a wide, beaming, gleeful grin, as her hand slides free of my hair.

Her fingers caress a trail down my spine until she reaches my reddened ass, and she takes hold of my hips. She pulls out, then slams in, maintaining the savage cadence. My entire body sways with her movements, and I hang my head, moaning.

“Gods, I love you, fag!” Amy growls the words in a low rumble, the sound rich with warmth and happiness. One of the best sounds in the universe, in my opinion, audible easily in my heart even over the sound of me moaning as Amy hammers in.

“I love you, too, Amy!” each word comes out as a huff, driven from my lungs with each successive, slamming thrust of her hips against mine. My entire body sways, knocked forward every time she slams into me, her hands on my hips in control.

Her pace is velocious and her forcefulness is intense, slamming herself to the hilt so hard her hips strike my ass each time with a harsh smack. It is all I can do to spread my arms to either side, gripping the edge of the mattress to steady myself.

“Fuck! Amy!” I moan her name involuntarily, but she never falters, never wavers, “Fuck, yes!” I don't have to ask Amy to fuck me hard, because I can feel the flexing of the muscles that are touching mine. I can feel her giving me all her power.

All I can do is take it as she slams into me, giving me no leeway to contribute. I feel a little bad about that, but mostly I feel as if she's going to drive me to a second release. She growls with arousal as her fingers clamp down harder upon my hips.

“Yes! You like it like this, don't you, bitch?” Amy growls, in a gritty rumble loud and primal, “Fucking getting hammered, faggot, getting ploughed and taking it like a whore?!” I gasp in pleasure, as her cock grinds across my prostate forcefully.

“Yea, that's right, slut! Moan for me!” she growls louder, still, and I feel her heat building. I gasp and whine involuntarily, when she abruptly slows down, edging herself and dragging me along. Even as she does, a hard knock on the doorframe.

“Damn, girl, we can hear you in my room,” Dean chuckles from the doorframe, watching Amy fucking me slow but hard, not fully stopping, “Through a closed door, no less. Kind of distracting hearing your little sister boning her slut that loudly.”

“Shut up, jerk!” Amy growls, bending forward and grabbing her pillow, throwing it across the room at him. He faux yelps, in answer, laughing loud and cheerful as he walks over and puts it back on her bed. Dean looks down at me, and he smiles.

“You, uh, may want to put something under your bitch, though, Amy,” he adds, “his cock is super fucking hard right now. You want me to ... ?” He motions toward me, as I look up at him and he focuses on Amy, amid the suggestive gesticulation.

“Yea. Get me a mid-sized glass, if you would?” she prompts, and Dean nods, “I'll try to keep the volume down. Sorry, bro.” Dean snickers as he walks away, fetching the glass Amy asked for. Amy leans down, over me, growling softly into my ear.

“Happy now, you little slut?” she asks, as I tighten the muscles in my ass around her cock, and she gasps, “Fucking tease! You're learning! You made me so loud and so turned on, I distracted Dean and Emilio from their summer study session!”

“I'm sorry, Amy,” I murmur apologetically, only half-seriously, and she bites my ear, just enough for me to feel her teeth. It stings a little, but she's not gonna take a bite out of me. Her hips slowly start picking up their pace as Dean comes back.

“Hold that under yourself, faggot,” Amy orders, and Dean holds it down to me. I quickly take it, smiling appreciatively at him, and then shifting my body so I can look under myself. My cheeks stain crimson, but I position the glass as ordered.