Page 16 of Defined and Defiled
“You've had a long day, Shirley. I think it's fair to say you deserve a treat.”
I can barely think, much less agree or deny anything Richard is saying. As long as he keeps this up.
“And all treats are best when they are savored.” Richard gives me one last swipe before removing his ribbon from between mylegs, he slides it along my thigh slowly before it falls away.
“Now lean back, slowly.”
The nervous edition of Richard from yesterday, who kissed me, is gone. He's self-assured and downright bossy as he watches me sit down on his cocks. I'm so wet that for a moment I worry about smudging the ink on his pages as I slowly lower myself on the larger doodled dick. The smaller one is still wet with ink water droplets that rub against my clit.
I take a moment to get used to the feel of him, but Richard doesn't allow that for long. His ribbon slides over my thigh before he wraps it around the smaller cock.
“Good job, Shirley. Fuck, you feel so sweet. You stay still, let me handle this.”
I fall in love with gravity just a little bit when it allows me to slide down onto Richard's cock. He only gives me a moment to rest before I feel him thrust up, and there is a smack on my ass.
“How are you doing that?”
Richard breaks up each of my words with the thrust-smack combination he's started.
“Figure it out for yourself.” He orders.
I look down to where we meet. He is moving his cover to thrust into me, the hard leatherbound binding smacking me with each thrust. His ribbon holds his leaking cock against me so that each smack grinds us together.
My car mirrors my college library during exam week with the unmistakable sounds of ruffling pages and hardback books being slammed closed over and over again.
“You're doing so well.” Richard groans.
I'm not sure when Richard realized I enjoyed positive reinforcement, but it's working wonders for me. I'm already so sensitive from his ribbon that I can't form any coherent words, everything I attempt comes out as gibberish.
This damn dictionary has fucked the words right out of me. Richard slows his pace down again and I consider ripping out another one of his pages if he doesn't let me come soon.
“Just a little bit longer Shirley, you can take it.”
A proud woman never begs, but a proud woman also wouldn't be banging a book.
“Please, Richard.”
“Patience, Shirley.”
I whimper as he drags his smaller cock against me again, the soaked ribbon rubbing against us both slowly.
“Please.” I beg him one last time.
Richard relents, resuming his pace from before.
He only gets a few more thrusts in before I break. I'm holding onto the headrest as if it's my life preserver as each wave of my orgasm crashes into me. I'm messy and loud and Richard's soft voice complements me throughout all of it.
There's no graceful way to dismount from Richard. I crawl over to the driver's side and watch as his cocks disappear back into his body.
“Did you?” I've never been on this side of things, needing to ask if my partner has finished.
Richard nods, glances down to the bottom of his cover, where I see a new ink stain on the leather.
“I don't suppose you have a doodle in there that helps us find my underwear?”
Richard lets out a breathy laugh.
“Sorry to disappoint you, Shirley.”
