I couldn’t help myself

With a groan , I gave her one more deep thrust, sighing loudly as her tongue stimulated the underside of my shaft.

I unceremoniously pulled out of her mouth and pulled her hoodie up off of her head. Her mouth was open and that look was in her eyes, obviously expecting what was about to happen.

“Stand up,” I said, beyond turned-on as my mind went wild with anticipation. Finally. It’s gonna happen. When she didn’t move it didn’t upset me. That was, after all, her way. She wanted to be made to do it, needed to be. And the role was one I was all too happy to play.

My fingers had barely closed into a fist around the still-damp hair on top of her head, when she began to rise from her knees. She didn’t look at me, but I knew this was thrilling for her. Deep down, I knew. Same here, Miss Laura.

When she was on her feet I pulled her head to me and pressed my lips to hers, immediately sticking my swollen tongue into her mouth. She tensed and tried pitifully to push me away, even as her tongue met mine. She whimpered as I turned us and walked her backward, stopping at her bed, sloppily breaking the kiss to roughly spin her around and push her down onto the bed.

Her hands shot out and she caught herself with a soft gasp. When she tried to turn onto her back I grabbed her hips and turned her back, lifting her as I pushed her further onto the bed, crawling up behind her onto my knees. I curled the fingers of my right hand into the back waistband of her shorts, tugging them down along with her white, cotton panties, not stopping until they were rolled up at her knees. She tried to reach back to stop me but failed, and I grunted as I grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head, forcing her head down onto the mattress.

I could smell her hair, her body wash, and the ****, anticipatory arousal from her pussy, now fully exposed to me. Jesus Christ, her pussy was pretty. So pink. So fresh. So clean.

Her breaths and whimpers of **** and shame only fueled my desire, making me groan with lewd delight as she fought against my strength.

And just as a small gesture to remind her who was in control here, as I held her head down with my left hand, I smacked her right ass cheek hard with my right.

She gasped and winced, clenching her ass cheeks as best as she could in this position. I slid my middle finger down through her pussy lips, slowly rubbing it up and down as she whimpered, her juices coating my now slick finger. She made small sounds of protest, but we both knew what she liked. I slowly plunged my middle finger inside her warm pussy and as she inhaled, trying her best do be silent so as not to give me the satisfaction of knowing she fucking loved when I treated her this way.

“You like that?” I asked with a smirk, neither expecting nor receiving an answer. The warm, snug, undulating throbs of her pussy’s walls around my finger were answer enough. Her fingers gripped the sheets on either side of her head, and I knew it was time to give her what I came here for.

My finger still slowly pumping in and out of her pussy, I leaned down and quickly licked up against her asshole. She immediately tensed up, somehow not expecting it, and that familiar grossed-out, embarrassed moan escaped her throat, this time muffled by the bedsheet her face was mushed down into. It was still as adorable a sound as it ever was, making my dick flex between my legs.

That’s right, Laura. You dirty girl. You like that tongue on your ass? You’re such a dirty girl. What would the neighbors think if they knew you liked your sweet little salad tossed. What would your fiancé think?

I moaned loudly and lewdly, making sure she heard me as I slowly feasted on that tight, puckered asshole, pumping my finger in and out of her warm pussy, now soaked as her body fought with her mind about what she did and didn’t like.

Another quick lick up against her asshole and I knelt up straight, rubbing her wet folds as I pulled my finger out of her. Before she could react, I grabbed my cock and started rubbing the underside, from tip to base, against her warm asshole, my saliva making for a smooth, pleasant ride.

She whimpered, preparing for the inevitable, trying to keep her uneven breaths quiet. I leaned over and reached down, grabbing the little pink bottle off the bed, quickly twisting the cap off to remove the safety seal.

She squirmed before me as I screwed the cap back on and flipped the small lid open. Uncomfortable, uneasy, turned on yet so reluctantly, shamefully embarrassed to be, that she couldn’t keep still. Yet she never once moved from in front of me. I’d let go of her hair to open the bottle, but there she stayed, face down, ass up. Easier to plant her face in the sheets and take it than to try and deny herself what her body only had a taste of earlier today. Maybe she liked it then and wanted it all. Maybe she didn’t, and was too frozen to move. Maybe both of those options sent a surge of precum up my shaft.

I grit my teeth as I grabbed my cock and stroked it, unable to help myself as I pulled the head up through her pussy lips, wanting so fucking bad to just slide into her pussy and fuck the shit out of her. The noises she made were as if yes and no could exist at the same fucking time. Terror, apprehension, ****, arousal, anticipation. Yes. No. All of it. And more.

Another drag of my cock head through those warm, wet lips, teasing her pussy’s entrance with such deliberate, subtle pressure as I pulled up against it, silently promising that it, too, would be mine soon enough, and her back suddenly arched as if to allow it, before quickly tensing up again, thinking better of it.

I let out a deep, groaning sigh as I denied myself the immediate pleasure her pussy would bring, then welcomed the alternative above it with such a desire that I almost didn’t recognize my own voice.

I grit my teeth as the lube oozed out thick, coating the head of my cock with a generous dollop as I squeezed the bottle. My dick flexed as I took the head in my hand and gently swirled my palm around it, getting nice and ready. I sighed as I tossed the bottle aside, the feeling of the lube stimulating the head so intoxicating I could have easily kept it up until I came all over her ass.

That would have been so nice, seeing a nice, big load spill out all over those sweet cheeks, and when the time came, I might do just that. We’ll see. I ran my hand up her ass and she tensed up, making a small noise of unease as the thick lube spread itself against her, making her asshole pucker quickly and uncontrollably, no doubt another new sensation for her to get used to. Oh she’d get used to it. That’s a promise.

“Just relax,” I offered, my voice husky and urgent, low and serious.

Her breaths seemed to get louder as the anticipation made her even more nervous. I placed my right hand on her lower back and used my thumb to spread her left cheek open, tenderly teasing her asshole with a gentle touch as I rubbed the lube against it. She inhaled and held it, and I nodded as if she could see me with her face buried in her bedsheets.

Her white knuckle grip on her sheets got even tighter as she prepared herself.

I pressed the tip of my dick to her asshole and she leaned forward, breathlessly anticipating the penetrating thrust. I stared down at her ass, shaking my head, the anticipation killing me. I pulled her back to me and raised my right leg, planting my foot on the bed next to her right knee, feeling the warm skin of her legs against mine.

She seemed resigned to her fate now, and didn’t move again when I pressed the tip to her asshole again.

Fuck yes.