I want it rough.
I want to go out with you, holding your hand and walking a step behind you, occasionally feeling your fingers grip my waist to rest on my lower back possessively. I want to tease you all night, adjusting my little skirt to where you catch a glimpse of my black lace, accidentally trailing my fingers across your lap and licking my red painted lips as my eyes slide down your body. you’d whisper in my ear that I was being a naughty pet, that naughty girls aren’t treated like nice girls. I’d challenge you, shrugging and smiling deviously before leaving a print of my lips on your jaw and sauntering away just to feel your glare on me.
you’d take me home then, growling as you drove, your hand clamped down on my thigh so I wouldn’t forget that I’m in trouble. Because I’m a tease. I’m a slut who can’t help but want you to want me, to tempt you with sultry glances and even sucking your finger between my lips when you tried to keep me from giggling, teasing, being naughty.
as soon as we stepped through the door, your hand would be in my hair. roughly wrapping it once, twice around your fist to control me, force me to submit to you as i trembled in delight for the punishment I warranted. you’d shove me to my knees, getting your cock out and telling me to fix the problem I caused, forcing me to take your cock like a whore…if I was going to act like a slut, you’d treat me like a slut.
Or maybe you’d tell me to keep my lips closed as you’d smear your pre-cum on my lips, denying me to taste it. Maybe you’d finally let me open up for you but grip my hair tighter when I’d surge forward, sliding my tongue over your head in my eagerness. You’d make me wait. You’d make sure I deserve it. I’d beg, plead, ramble on and on about how much I needed to feel your cock in my throat, how desperate I would be to taste your cum and feel it all over me.
You’d have enough, using your cock to shut me up. You’d fuck my mouth then; cock spearing through me, rubbing my lips and throat raw, using me as nothing more than a wet, tight hole to fuck. after I’d gagged on you, tears smudging my makeup, you’d haul me to my feet. tearing off the lace I teased you with and shoving me face down onto the bed, you’d spank me. Hard. Your cock pressing wetly against me as I’d lay across your lap, gripping anything I could reach as you’d slap me, causing my ass to bloom with colors as I whined and whimpered and squirmed. “don’t fucking make a sound,” you’d tell me, threatening to stuff my mouth with the scraps of my slutty panties.
I’d try. Oh god, I’d try to keep from whimpering. But you’d stuff me full with your fingers and I wouldn’t be able to help but let out a slutty moan.
you’d fuck me hard then. The lace of my panties against the already raw skin of my mouth, your hips slapping against the vermillion handprints on my ass. you’d shove my face into the bed, capturing my wrists behind my back as you’d screw me. I’d be letting out these muffled screams for you, body trembling as you’d use my cunt to chase your own release.
you’d cum all over my face, watching the desperate look in my eyes as your seed would decorate me. I’d go to rub my thumb through it so I could taste it, but you’d stop me. You’d take my ruined panties from my mouth, using them to secure my hands, forcing me to let your cum stay on my face because I’m a slut. Then, you’d walk out, leaving me trembling and defiled in a time-out of sorts. Because I’m a slut. And naughty girls aren’t treated like nice girls.