Page 34 of Heartless Sinner

After a moment she braced her hand on my stomach and then pushed her hips up, and then back down, beginning a slow and steady rhythm.

“That’s a good start,” I told her and gave her ass a smack. “Speed up for me. Faster.”

Marla did, and I groaned in pleasure. “Yeah, that’s it.” I had to be careful. I wasn’t going to push her too far, but I also wanted her to be desperate and begging for me, to understand that I was in charge here.

Marla was biting her lip hard, and I could see her throat working as she swallowed. She was trying to hold in her sexy little noises, I realized. She was such a stubborn little creature, trying to hide how good this felt, how much I turned her on.

“Slow down,” I told her. “Pull all the way up, then back down. Nice and slow for me. I want to feel every inch of my cock sliding into your pussy.”

Marla just barely muffled a moan of frustration in time, and I smirked at her. Oh, yes. She couldn’t hide her hunger and desire from me. I could feel her growing hunger as her body rippled around my cock, as her hips ground against me—with every bob of her traitorous throat swallowing down her sweet, needy sounds.

Every long, hot sink down onto my cock was fucking amazing. I groaned and thrust up into her to meet her as she lowered onto me. “Fuck, yeah, good girl.”

A small whimper escaped her this time as I snapped my hips upward to meet her downward slide as she enveloped my length. “Go ahead,” I told her. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“You’re so goddamn cocky,” she groaned.

“With good reason,” I replied smugly, grabbing her waist in my hands to pull her down hard, making her gasp and shudder as this lesson of insubordination started becoming one of passion. “Touch yourself for me. Play with those gorgeous breasts of yours.”

Without hesitation, she reached up and did as she was told, playing with her nipples through the fabric of her bra. I could see her chest stuttering, her breaths coming in short and sharp. Her fantastic pussy clenched around me—she was getting close.

“Slow down,” I ordered.

A small sound of disappointment escaped her and I smirked. “Was somebody close to orgasm?”

Marla glared at me.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, if you’re good then you’ll get rewarded.” I would never leave her hanging or unsatisfied. “It’s all about seeing if you can behave and follow orders.”

Marla got a more determined look on her face and nodded, a gasp escaping her. “I’ll be good. I... I promise.”

“Then speed up for me.” I helped her along with another sharp slap on her bottom.

Marla let out a little moan as she began to quicken her pace, until she was bouncing up and down on my cock and playing with her breasts like I’d told her. She was so amazing like this, felt so fucking good, it was hard for me to hold back and not spill my whole damn load.

“Yeah, that’s it, very good,” I encouraged her, my tone low and gravelly. “Touch your clit for me, play with that—and slow down again.”

Marla let out a small whine of frustration and I grinned up at her. Yeah, not so easy to hold back and follow orders, hmm?

She kept it slow, though, did as she was told, moving up and down carefully on my cock while playing with her clit. Watching her rub herself, play with herself, was intoxicating. And having her tight around my cock while she did it… mmm. I wasn’t sure she was even aware of how she was squeezing me rhythmically, clenching around me as she stroked herself.

“Are you close, sweetheart?” I asked, my voice a deep, seductive purr.

Marla nodded, biting down hard on her bottom lip. Her flush went all the way down her neck to her chest, her breasts moving up and down with the thrusts of her body. She looked like a goddamn goddess.

It was enough to make me come, and I didn’t want to fall over that edge without her. “Then speed up, baby, I want to see you come. Get my cock nice and slick with that orgasm. Get even tighter for me.”

Marla moaned and followed my request, tiny noises of pleasure escaping her as she worked herself up and down on my cock. Watching her was so damn erotic that I couldn’t stand it anymore, and I drove up into her as I braced my feet on the bed to get more leverage.

Marla gasped, squirming on my cock like she couldn’t handle the sensations. “That’s it,” I growled. “Good girl. . . Jesus, look at you, so fucking gorgeous… you’re going to come for me, when I say. Rub that clit for me, yeah. You’re going to come in five… four… three… two… one.”

Her orgasm was already rippling through her by the time I said one, her fingers working her clit fast and furiously. The way she clenched like a vise around my cock, there was no way I could avoid my own impending release. With a harsh shout, I emptied into the condom, my body going stiff with pure pleasure, like my veins were filled with liquid ecstasy. Fuck, I couldn’t wait for when we were actually married and I didn’t have to worry about the condom, when I could just press into her skin to skin, no barrier between me and her hot, wet cunt.

Marla slumped forward and I carefully pulled out of her, rolling her onto her side on the bed.

“Good enough for you?” she panted, still stubborn and defiant even after what had to have been a hell of an orgasm.

“It’s a start,” I replied, more fondness in my voice than I wanted to give away.

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