Spanked and Taken Hard

The doorbell again. “Goddamn, enough already,” I grumbled, stomping over to see who it was.

“Hey… how about you let me in?”

“Derek! What are you doing here?” – I stammered, flustered.

“I came for you!”

“You’re insane! Get out, someone might see, or Tom could come back…”

“Nah, they’re halfway to Riverton by now. I’m here to give you what you’re begging for, sweetheart…”

Before I could protest, he pushed past me into the garage, shut the door, and grabbed my waist. His scruffy, unshaven face pressed close, and he kissed me hard. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting wild and raw, while one of his big hands squeezed my ass. I tried to pull away, couldn’t, and ended up kissing him back. He grabbed my hand and dragged me inside. In the living room, he kept kissing me, yanked my dress down to free my breasts, and sucked on them while groping me.

“I love women like you who skip the panties – hottest damn thing…” – he panted. “When I picked up your husband, I saw you had nothing on under that dress – everything was out there, you little tease…”

“But I do wear…” – I started, confused.

“Then why’s there nothing now, huh?” – he grinned, still kneading my ass.

I didn’t answer – I loved his boldness, those dirty words that set me off. His hands hiked up my dress, caressing my bare cheeks, eyeing me like a starving man. I could see the thick bulge in his pants and, without thinking, brushed my hand over it.

“Take me to bed, I want you to fuck me good…” – I said, throwing caution out the window, dripping with lust.

I led him to my room, him smacking my ass the whole way. He stopped, awestruck by how nice it looked.

“Damn, what a bed… this where your husband screws you?”

I just nodded slightly.

“Bet he doesn’t satisfy you, huh? Old man like him, and you’re still so ripe… Strip for me, baby, I’m dying to have you. Look how hard you’ve got me!” – he dropped his pants, revealing a massive, veiny cock.

His hairy chest and thick shaft made me quiver – my body tightened in anticipation.

“Take it all off, sexy…”

“You do it…” – I purred, burning up.

He peeled off my dress, leaving me naked, his eyes gleaming with hunger.

“Keep the heels on – I love fucking sluts in heels, and you’ve got killer legs…”

I was shaking as he stripped me bare, then himself.

“What do you like?”

“Everything, especially dirty talk and rough treatment – that drives me wild…” – I said, voice thick with want.

I knelt, grabbed his cock, and studied it up close – squeezing it, then sucking it deep, loving every second.

“Goddamn, you’re a filthy one! I love it when a chick sucks me like that – get it sloppy, make it slide in nice…”

I obeyed, licking every inch, tasting its strange, briny flavor, coating it with spit. He pulled me up, laid me on the bed face-up, and devoured me with his eyes. I spread my legs, showing off my smooth, open slit.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty little pussy, Claire – looks tight as hell…” – he growled, running his hand over it.

He spread me wide, dove between my thighs, and plunged his tongue inside me, drawing out a moan. I whimpered louder, nearing the edge, until I begged, “Fuck me, Derek, shove it in, please! Give me that cock!”

“I’m gonna fuck you senseless, you little slut!”

“Do it, I’m on fire!”

He grabbed my legs, spread me as far as I’d go, and slammed his cock in deep with one brutal thrust. I screamed – it hurt, but I pulled him closer with my legs, surrendering to this animal tearing me apart and filling me so perfectly. He started pounding me – fast at first, then slow and delicious. He took me however he wanted, and I gave myself up completely. Kissing me, groping me, he kept driving in, sucking my neck and tits without missing a beat.

His strong hands gripped my ass, yanking me into each thrust, knowing just how much I loved it. He hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, going deeper still – I was sweating, and he owned me.

“You’re so fucking tight, you bitch! So damn good – move that ass, baby!”

Eyes shut, I let him have me, rocking my hips the way I know men love. I met his thrusts, grinding into him, taking him deeper. He hammered me hard and fast until I exploded, my body clenching around him, milking his cock as I screamed in ecstasy. I gave him my first earth-shaking orgasm, urging him on, “Oh God, you’re killing me! Keep going, don’t stop! Fuck me hard, Derek, I’m yours, I’m your slut! I’m coming again – more, please, give me everything!”

He went wild, slamming into me with all he had, pinning me under his weight, spreading me wide. His stubble scratched my breasts as he bit and sucked my nipples – my heels dug into his ass, begging for more. Another climax ripped through me, my cries letting him know. I wrapped my legs around his waist, fully open, grinding my clit against him until I couldn’t take it anymore and squeezed him with everything I had, coming like the whore I am.

My nails clawed his back, my tongue tangled with his as I moaned through the best fuck of my life. Finally, his hot load flooded me, but he kept pumping, driving me crazy until his cock softened and my pulsing grip on him faded. I went limp, nearly passing out, while he slowed, collapsing on me, kissing me softly, his tongue finding mine in a tender, sloppy dance with the brute who’d just ravaged me.