Page 92 of Sling’s Awakening

It’s a soreness I’m starting to hope never goes away.

“You know what I noticed while you were up on stage, toots?” he asks as he lines the head of his cock up to my entrance.

Why is he talking about this now?

All I want him to do is fuck me and put me out of my misery.

Misery that I don’t deserve because I did nothing wrong.

Sling rubs his thick head up and down my slit, coating it in my juices, refusing to give me what I want.

“Answer me, and I’ll give you what you want.”

His dick is right there. If I just…

Smack.

“Naughty girl,” Sling rumbles as he pulls his cock away at the same time he smacks the same spot on my ass as I try to lean back into him to force his cock into me myself. “You don’t get this until you answer me.”

Damn him.

“What did you notice?” I gasp as I feel his cock line back up at my entrance.

His head pushes in the tiniest bit, my pussy stretching around him. “There should have been a bruise the size of my handprint on this cheek.” Sling pauses as he kneads the skin he had just slapped. “But there wasn’t one there. Why is that?”

Every nerve ending in my body is on fire.

I can barely form a coherent thought, let alone try to figure out what to say to him.

“Blake,” Sling warns.

I feel him begin to pull away again. I squeeze my inner muscles, trying my hardest to keep him inside.

Sling groans as he pauses his descent, buying me extra time.

“I don’t know,” I scramble to say.

“You didn’t cover it up?”

“No.”

“Then I guess I’d better make sure it’s there for next time.”

A scream tears from my lips as Sling’s palm lands on my ass, hard at the same time as he slams home.

With every slap, he slams into me.

I’m torn between loving the pleasure and the pain.

I’m teetering on the edge, my inner walls fluttering around his cock.

“Get there, toots,” Sling growls.

His hands move to my hips, his fingers digging in hard as he picks up the pace, holding me in place as he hammers in and out of me.

All that can be heard throughout the room are my moans, his grunts, and our skin that has a sheen of sweat on it slapping against each other.

Sling adjusts the angle. Two more thrusts and I’m soaring over the edge, milking his cock. He waits until I’m done, thrusting through it.