Ass play on the couch [fm]

We were drinking tequila on his couch when I decided he was the most fuckable man on the planet. He was wild and raw and addicting. I wanted more. He knew it.

“Get over here,” he said, motioning to his lap. I happily obliged, wrapping my arms around his neck and straddling him with my thighs. He held my ass in his massive palms. I could feel him getting hard beneath me. I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him, running my fingertips along his jawline. He moaned and deepened our kiss, greedily tightening his grip on me.

“I fucking love your ass,” he groaned as I started to grind my hips against his. I smiled with pride. He noticed.

“Are you being a little tease?” He asked me, realizing what I was trying to do.

“Of course not,” I said, calmly. It was a lie.

He stiffened and glared at me. “Get up. Take off your clothes,” he commanded.

My pulse quickened. I loved seeing him like this. I loved when he took control.

I stood before him and stripped off my leggings and sweater slowly, watching him devour me with his eyes. I reached behind my back for the clasp of my bra and unhooked it, letting the straps fall lazily down my shoulders and to the floor.

“Leave the thong,” he stopped me. I turned around and swayed my hips for him, letting him see how the high cut string perfectly shaped my curves. I glanced at him over my shoulder and saw him bite his lip. He made me weak.

“Give me that ass,” he growled, grabbing me. I yelped in surprise as he yanked me to him, splaying me sideways on his lap, my ass facing up. He clutched my cheeks, hard. I whimpered in delight.

I wasn’t expecting it when he smacked me. The sharp slap of his palm followed by the warm burn that remained on my cheek was intoxicating. I was dripping.

“My pretty little slut, you like that, don’t you?” He said, rubbing the sensitive area that he had just made contact with.

“Mmmm,” and a little wiggle were all I could manage to answer. He hit me again, harder. I gasped.

“You look so fucking sexy, your juicy ass turning pink like this for me,” his voice was thick and husky, full of desire and sin.

A third slap, even stronger than the other two, made contact with my skin. Lightning struck through my body and I cried out, tears stinging my eyes. I fucking loved it.

He scooped me up and flipped me over, hovering on top of me. “Good. Little. Whore.” he said in between hungry kisses on my neck. I was breathless, my core throbbing for more.

He slipped his hand in between us and snuck beneath my thong. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he cursed through his teeth. It was true, I was soaked for him, aching to be touched.

He pressed two fingers into me and I arched my back in response, opening myself wider for him. He massaged my walls, pumping his hand in and out of me, my hips rocking with his rhythm.

His mouth found my breast while he worked my sex, sucking and biting on my nipple. My cries intensified, the pressure building deep within me.

He slowed his hand and I groaned in frustration. “You don’t want me to stop, huh, baby girl?” He teased. “Turn around, I want to see your pretty ass again.”

I did as I was told, needing to please him, willing to do anything for his touch, for my release.

He gripped my hip bones, holding me in place as he trailed his tongue along the pink handprint on my ass. “Lift up your hips, I want to taste you,” he urged.

I angled myself towards his face as he situated his body between my thighs, his hands pulling my thong to the side, spreading me open. I felt my center pulse.

He dipped low and ran his tongue languidly from my clitoris, through my folds, spreading my juices with his saliva to my tight little hole. I felt his tongue press into me and I purred. He moaned, his praise sending little vibrations to my center.

“Please, I need you inside of me,” I pleaded. His tongue teased and swirled around my entrance, relentlessly.

“I love hearing you beg,” he growled, coming up for air. I felt his thumb circling my swollen, sensitive clit. I was panting, desperate for him. His middle finger slid up my center and pressed into my hole, stretching me. I gasped in delight as he slid deeper into my ass.

“Good job, baby girl,” he encouraged, working his hand magically in both places. “One day very soon, I’m going to put my cock in your asshole just like this,” he said, thrusting his finger into me. I cried out, I was so close…

“But not tonight,” he said, breaking his touch once more. “Tonight, I’m going to fuck you raw, right here.” I felt him reposition himself behind me and grip my hips, flexing me higher. The head of his cock teased my slit and I whined in desperation, attempting to push back into him, needing him to fill me. He held me in place with strength, rubbing himself on my wetness, taunting me.

Finally, I felt the head of his cock slide past my lips. We both groaned as he slowly sank himself deeper, my walls opening around his ample thickness. I could feel him throb inside of me.

“Your pussy is heaven,” he sighed, thrusting into me with more force, gripping my hips tightly. My eyes rolled back and I clenched around him.

“Yes, baby, just like that,” I sobbed, my face in the cushion.

He reached down, tangling his fingers in my hair. He tugged my head back, forcing me to arch for him, sending him deeper than he had been before. He pounded into me mercilessly. “Say you’re my good little cum slut,” he commanded through gritted teeth.

“I’m your cum slut,” I panted. “Please fill me, please make me come.”

“Good fucking girl,” he growled and slammed into me one last time, sending me to the stars. I contracted around him, screaming his name in rapturous bliss. I felt him explode, filling me with his hot release. I throbbed uncontrollably, riding the last waves of my orgasm, milking every last ounce of his pleasure.

I was spent; my body a boneless, sated, messy puddle on his couch. He carefully pulled himself away from behind me, lifting me into his arms instead. I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled his chest, still enjoying the last luscious moments of my high.

“Let me clean you up,” I hear him say as he carried me to his bathroom. He set me on the counter and kissed me sweetly. “You’re incredible,” he whispered into my mouth.

I watched him turn on the shower and grab fresh towels before helping me to my feet. I followed him into the steam, letting the hot water run down my overstimulated skin.

“I love fucking you,” he said softly to me, his hands on either side of my face. “You’re so gorgeous, baby.” He kissed me.

We spent the rest of the time in the shower trading soft kisses and running soapy hands over each other’s skin, him paying delicate attention to the pink handprint on my ass cheek.

He turned off the water and wrapped me in a towel, hugging me to his chest. He kissed the top of my head.

“Can I make you some food?”

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