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One, Five, Fifteen

Date: 3/28/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: Metilda, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

met my ass again. "Five," I corrected with a shocked gasp. "Mmm, Five," he called out, his voice gritty. "Wait — " Another strike of fire. "I said wait! What number is that!" Another whack, the fire spread. He paused. "Six. What? No more sass?" He brought the spoon across my ass again. Tears threatened but I held them back. "Ten!" Shit, but I knew that wasn't right. How far behind were his counts? Another, eight and eleven. Another, nine and twelve. By thirteen it was harder for me to keep hold of the counter. My hands kept slipping, wet with sweat. He stopped for a moment, me quivering all over, him breathing hard. "What does your gift tell you now?" And I tried to conjure something but nothing came. I looked at him over my shoulder and only when our eyes met did a new shimmer take light. Him behind me, his ass bare. "What the fuck?" Me on my hands and knees, his cock in my mouth. "You're sick," I declared. "New offer? Let me fuck you instead." I turned away, looking straight ahead, trying not to let that thought turn over in my head. "What number were we on? Fourteen?" "Your ass is ruby red. Maybe that'll be your nickname. Ruby." I growled at him and thrust my ass out. "Just fucking whip me, damnit." And instead of bringing the spoon down again he slipped a finger down between my thighs. "You're soaked." Fuck. Was I? I looked at him over my shoulder, trying to pull a vision from the air but there was nothing not. Not a damned thing. Stupid gift. He stroked up, his ... fingertips touching to my pussy. The contact didn't hurt, but it made me jerk away. That motion did hurt, however, as my raw skin stung with salty sweat. He stroked his finger over my pussy again . . . my eyes rolling, I yelled out, "Okay!" "What?" He stopped touching me, taking a step back. "What did you say?" What did I say? I lifted my head up and wiped a drop of sweat from the tip of my nose. "Fuck me." And the room fell eerily quiet. Even his breath ceased. And just as I regretted it, just as the shimmer turned black and warped into something too fuzzy to make out, he stepped forward and shoved me to the counter-top. One hand on my back to hold me down, the other yanked at his zipper so rudely it nipped and bucked. The sounds that came from him made my heart drum and my pussy ache. "You want my cock?" He shoved his pants down, his hand loud on the wetness of his prick as he stroked himself, waiting for me to answer. I held my breath, trying to remember what led to this but I could only see us already fucking madly. "Yes." He stepped close, his knees against the back of mine. His hand between my legs feeling and touching. Then the velvet soft tip of his prick. And then I could breathe again. I could breathe and groan and let go with him fucking and fucking until my legs ached from stretching out on tiptoe. "Jesus. You feel fucking amazing, Emily. You're so tight around me. Fucking squeezing and squeezing." My ass stung but the pure pleasure of his cock deep inside me, the way he ...