Page 99 of Condemned By Betrayal
She pushes my hands off her arms and steps closer, wrapping her arms around my neck again. “Will you punish me?” she asks in a sultry voice.
I clench my jaw. Blood rushes to my cock.This fucking dick and this fucking woman.
“Yes, and it won’t be enjoyable.”
She drags one hand down my body, from my neck to my chest, sliding sluttishly over my abs and down to my pants, where she cups the bulging hardness and massages it. I swallow the groan rising in my chest.
“Then why are you so hard?”
“It has nothing to do with the punishment you’ll get.”
She releases me and steps back, grinning mischievously. Then she pulls down the zipper of her dress and lets it fall. My dick twitches painfully as I take in the sight of her standing in front of me in lavender lace lingerie, made to be ripped off her body right before I fuck the brain out of her.
She turns and walks to the bed, climbing onto it before jutting her ass out and bracing her hands against the headboard. The thong covers almost nothing—her round, plump cheeks arebare. Pre-cum leaks through my boxers when she turns her head and looks at me with unmistakable lust.
“Show me how you want to punish me.”
I walk to her and do what she demands, landing a hard slap on her fair cheek, printing it red.
She parts her legs. The thong is wedged between her folds, soaked through. My body shivers with the insane intensity of my arousal. I slap her right where she wants it, and she repays me with a loud moan.
She turns around, her eyes hooded. She grabs my collar and pulls my face toward her.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“No.”
She releases my collar and starts unbuttoning my shirt. “Yes.”
I grab her wrists. “I said no. You’re drunk.”
She grins. “Either you fuck me, or I’m going downstairs to ask Salvario for help.”
I push her away. She falls back onto the bed, still giggling. I yank my shirt up over my head and throw it aside, glaring at her. I undo my belt and unbutton my pants. She watches me with a starving need. I know she’ll regret it tomorrow morning, and she should. Who told her to get drunk and say things that fucking pissed me off the most?
I throw off my pants and boxers, grab her ankles, and drag her toward me, which makes her giggle more.
I tear off her flimsy thong and push her thighs apart. Nothing about my movements is gentle, because nothing in her has left me gentle tonight. I pull her up, lock her thighs wide apart, open her dripping pussy as wide as it will go, and start feasting on her. I suck hard enough to make her wince, but she moans, so fucking loud it must have reached that motherfucker downstairs.
I suck every drop of her sweetness from her cunt. Once she’s clean enough to mess up again, I drop her onto the bed, turn her around, push her forward, and climb behind her. She pushes her ass up, moaning before I’ve even done anything. Her cunt gushes more liquid, and in no time she’s dripping onto the bed. I grab her ass cheeks in a tight grip, angle my cock, and thrust inside her in one hard stroke.
She presses her mouth into the mattress, moaning into it. She needs to, with how loud she is. And I know it’s because of the drinking. The thought angers me again. I land a hard slap on one of her ass cheeks as I thrust wildly inside her tight, dripping cunt. She groans, turning her head to look at me. I lean down, grab her hair, and tilt her head further back. My cock ravages her. Her eyes are barely open, her lips parted, constant moans spilling from her beautiful mouth.
“Who’s fucking you?”
“My husband,” comes her instant reply. “Hunter.”
I move my hand down to her clit and rub it roughly. “Good girl. Now come on your husband’s cock.”
She obeys instantly, like every fucking time, clenching my dick so tight it wrings me out, emptying weeks’ worth of storage from my balls.
She moves forward, pulling my dick out, dripping our merged cum onto the sheets, and turns onto her back, spreading her thighs open. “One more time.”
“Fuck,” I curse through clenched teeth, watching her already swollen pussy, thick cum gushing out of her.
I move down, grab her bra over her tits, and pull it apart, tearing it from the middle, releasing her breasts, and grabbing both in my hands.
I latch my mouth onto one. She moans, pushing my head down further, arching her ass up in search of my dick. I suck harder on her nipple. She locks her legs around my waist. Ileave her breast, lock my arm around her waist, pull her up, and thrust inside her. She cries out.
