Room 832 Part 3 (MF) (PIV)

https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d6oh6p/room_832_part_2_oral_masturbation_sorta_mdom/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share Part 2 (again, sorry for terrible formatting)
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I rub my wrists delicately and sit up. You’ve walked away from the bed and I hear the tap running. You return with a glass of water and hold it out to me. When the glass has changed hands, you sit on the bed besides me and rub my wrist, kissing it gently.

“It’ll bruise, but that’s the extent of it,” I murmur, bringing the glass to my lips and closing my eyes while I drink. When I crack an eye open, you’re looking at me with a concerned expression.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes,” I finish off the glass and rub the back of my palm over my lips before shifting, so I’m leaning against you. You take the glass from me and set it on the nightstand next to the toys.

I scoot off the bed and stand on shaky legs. I walk over to the window and watch as rain continues to trail its way down the glass. Occasionally there is the crack of thunder and a flash of lightning. Perfect weather, really.

I hear movement and you’re standing behind me, your hands going to my breasts. I lean into you, wiggling my ass against the front of your boxers. You groan and grab a handful of my hair, kissing the side of my neck.

“That didn’t take long,” I smirk, trailing my hand over the front of your boxers. Unsurprisingly, your cock is straining against the fabric and I moan with delight when you bite the spot where my neck and shoulders meet.

Your fingers are deft, like you’re playing an instrument you’ve played for years. You roll my nipples between your fingers while your lips stay at that sweet spot on my neck and I push my ass back against you, trying to push your boxers off. I struggle to do so with just my hand and you growl against my neck but move one of your hands to help me out.

Your boxers fall to the floor and you kick them out of the way. Your lips leave my neck and you nibble on my earlobe thoughtfully for a moment before sighing in my ear, “spread your legs.”

“With pleasure,” I widen my stance, placing my hands against the window, and arch my back. “How’s this?” I turn to glance at you over my shoulder, biting my lip.

Your features are consumed with lust and you nod, “absolutely perfect.”

I feel your fingers on my ass, you tracing over it lightly before smacking it sharply. This catches me off guard, but I moan at you, squirming. You smack my ass again, this time on the other cheek and I tilt my head back moaning.

Slowly you find a rhythm, alternating between each cheek, until I am certain of two things: the first being that there has to be a couple great handprints on my ass; the second being that I will have a very uncomfortable time sitting in the coming days.

You rub your hands over my ass and though it stings, the pain is sublime, decadent even. Though I was never ‘turned off,’ I’m definitely ready to fuck again. “Are you going to fuck me or just paint my ass red?” I moan, turning to pout at you.

“You can’t rush art,” you smirk at me, pushing me up against the window. At the same time, you snare your fingers in my curls and pull, deepening the arch in my back.

“You never rush anything!” I breathe, a defiant little smirk touching my lips. The smirk is short lived and you smack both of my ass cheeks and then push your dick against my pussy, teasing me. “Oh don’t tease,” I gasp, trailing off in a moan when you push in me.

You don’t hesitate, pushing your entire length in, withdrawing it all the way, and doing so again. Your hand slips from my hair, falling to my hip, moaning as we find a pace that works best for us: I roll my hips, pushing back against you whenever you move back, you push forward when I do, and so it goes.

Soon, my legs are shaking and my head is hazy with lust. You’re pressed up against me and have moved your free hand to circle my clit, slowly at first and then more quickly. I bite my lip, leaning back against your shoulder. “Gods, I’m close!” My hands have curved into talons against the window and they slip as my composure slips.

You groan in response, pulling us away from the window, fucking me faster and harder. My hands are scrabbling to find purchase on the window sill, but it doesn’t matter. I cum, crying out your name as I do, my pussy clenching down on your cock. You maintain fucking me with need at this point and your fingers dig into my hip as you moan loudly, pumping my pussy full of your cum. Finally, you still, leaning against me.

I don’t move, instead catching my breath. “We needed that.”

“Yes we did.” You disentangle yourself from me and I gasp at the sudden emptiness between my thighs.

I stretch, using the window to do so and you wrap your arms around my waist, “come to bed so I can wake you up with terrible things later.”

I run my tongue over my teeth and my reflection in the window smirks back at us, “careful, I might enjoy that.”

TO BE CONTINUED.
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