Page 25 of Massacre Monday
Part of me wants to rip my pants off and shove inside her while I do this, but I refrain, allowing the lust to build to an even higher level. Another slap on each side has her squirming.
“Three. Four.”
With another two, my cock isthrobbingagainst the metal of my zipper, and I loosen my jeans until the fly splays open without pulling them down. Relief floods my loins at letting my length grab some air, but it’s begging to be touched. Curious, I take my index finger and slide it up her tight pussy lips. Shivering, she whimpers.
“Hot damn… You’resoaked, pink cheeks.”
She doesn’t make another sound, so I skate my opposite hand to the front of her throat and bring her to a stand, my cock slotting right between her ass cheeks. Her beautiful face gazes up at me, and I wrap my other arm around her and part her mouth with my doused digit.
“See how wet you are for this? Suck it.”
While maintaining my gaze with those whiskey eyes, she takes my long finger inside of her hot mouth and suckles on it with her tongue. The motion makes my dick leak from the tip until I can’t help it any longer. Sliding the one finger out, I pull down my boxer briefs, then slick two between her labia, still holding her by the neck.
“D-don’t.”
My breathing has rapidly accelerated, our lips grazing one another’s as she closes her eyes. “Don’t what?”
She can’t answer with words, but her ass pushes back against me, and I use the hand coated in her wetness to stroke myself, dousing my dick with all of her. My hips jut up while her tight cheeks clamp around my shaft, and I hump. Once. Twice.
“Fuck…” I sigh.
With my free hand, I smack her again, then again right after in the same spot, her eyes squeezing tightly. She breathes out the numbers. “Seven. Eight.”
Smoothing my warm palm over her lower abs, I slide it down her mound, feeling a patch of hair there, then use the pad of my finger to part her drenched lips. When I hit her sensitive clit, shejerks in my hold, and I tilt her face up to me. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
She carefully peels one open, then the other, quick breaths panting through her parted lips. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I lean down to seal them with my own, and we briefly meet before she tilts her chin away, our foreheads touching instead. I leave it, trying to absorb the memory of our brief kiss and sear it into my brain.
In that tiny moment, the flavor of her coated my tongue. I’m desperate for more.
Pippi tastes like mine.
My finger circles her clit as I push between her buttocks again, but this time, she wiggles against me, too. “Oh…” She exhales a sweet sigh, the vanilla and caramel of her scent wafting toward me, making me surge faster and harder.
Dropping the hand around her throat, I use it to spank her once on her left ass cheek, and once on her right while still keeping my other palm on her pussy. “Nine! Ten! Oh my god!” she yells, now almost humping my arm.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my hand.”
I grip her neck so I can look at her beautiful face. Warmth spreads throughout my chest as I observe every minor movement in my partner-in-crime. How her eyebrows squeeze together each time my balls slap her pussy. The twitching in her thighs as she moves slightly from side to side when the pad of my finger pushes into her sensitive areas. A toss of her head on my shoulder as her lips jut forward until the urge to capture them with my own is almost too much for me to take.
I lean in and she doesn’t pull away this time, too far gone in her own ecstasy to know any better. Instead of plunging in and taking the kiss, I hold myself near her face, my stubble grazing her chin, lips brushing hers, as we writhe against each other.
My cock is raging full, balls thumping with undueurgencyas I seize with every intoxicating breath she releases. It sends sparks of lightning down my spine when her tongue escapes to lick her lower lip, caressing the inside of mine.
“Fuck!” I cry out as I quicken the pace of my thrusts, the thick globes of her bottom tightening as she climbs toward her climax. One little sigh of Pippi’s pleasure on my cheek, and I’ll shoot my load all over her back, I know it.
Her hips writhe against my palm with jerky movements, like she isn’t sure how to get what she needs. Watching her, I get an overwhelming urge toteachher, to help her so she can feel good. Still stroking myself between her perky cushions, I flatten my body on hers, covering her back with my chest.
With my lips against her ear, I say, “You like that, pink cheeks? Being half naked in the woods, getting punished like a dirty girl by a stranger? It looks like you do.God, I bet you taste amazing.” My mouth trails down her neck until I find her thick pulse beating hard through the artery there. I can’t resist any longer.
I dive in on that spot, sucking and biting, pulling her skin in between my teeth and soothing it with my tongue. Pleasured sobs leave her throat as I do, her head tilting back like she’s chasing the sensation—like she needs it again.
Pippi stiffens when I straighten up, a sudden expression of fear overtaking her face. She holds my gaze with her own, her eyes glistening with intensity. “I-I think I’m going to come.”
She bites her bottom lip, and I rub through her buns harder, faster, just so I can come with her. My hand wails on her ass twice more. “That’s it, baby. Take your punishment like a filthy girl and come for me. Come all over my hand.”
“Eleven! Twelve!”
With a toss of her black hair over my shoulder, she screams. Watching the changes spread across her face, from angry,uptight, and calculated to wild animal, makes me erupt like a volcano, pleasure barreling through my lower spine. All of my cum shoots from my tip and onto her back, then drizzles down between her bare crevice.
