Page 18 of Catch Him
Getting fucked by David was something she was never going to forget.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.
He reached out and ran his finger along her jaw, then tilted her face up slightly. “You’re going to have to do better than that. I almost didn’t hear you.”
“I want to fuck. I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes glazed over with desire. “That’s better. Now stand up and strip for me.”
Sinead wasn’t sure what was compelling her. It was as if she was reaching for another color, one she’d never seen before in her life. Only this time the color was inside of her. She stood and took off her sweatshirt. She felt like she might be glowing from the inside out.
“The shorts now, only slower. Slide them over your legs.”
Yes, she thought. This was easier. Just listen to his voice and have him tell her exactly what she needed to do. No hesitation, she obeyed and slowly undid the button, followed by the zipper, and then a slow, controlled slide of denim down her thighs, letting them drop around her ankles and stepping out of them.
She didn’t really have nice underwear. Just her five-for-thirty-five Victoria’s Secret cotton hip huggers and her one good Body by Victoria bra. Both she’d worn for the occasion.
“Hmm,” he said, contemplating her body. “What do I want to see next? Tits or ass? I’ll go with that sweet ass. Turn around and take your panties off. Again, slowly.”
She did as commanded, with her back arched a little so that her ass was on full display. By the time the panties fell to her ankles, her pussy was desperately wet and she was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. As if she hadn’t really understood what desire was until that moment. Until he had made her feel it.
“Lose the bra, and when you turn back around make sure your arms are at your sides. I want nothing distracting me from the sight of your hard nipples.”
She followed the direction, and when she turned back to face him she made sure to hold onto her left wrist with her right hand behind her back so she wouldn’t be tempted to cover herself. He was right, of course. Her nipples were tight and hard.
“Yes,” he said as if he was enjoying a piece of art. “That’s rather perfect.”
“That’s an exaggeration,” she huffed. Her boobs were okay, her stomach was a little rounded. She had an okay figure but she wasn’t anywhere close, she bet, to the woman he probably dated.
His eyebrow lifted. “Are you questioning my integrity? Turn back around and bend over, please.”
Sinead did so, thinking he wasn’t going to—
Slap!
The sound registered first on her brain. Then the heat of his hand slapping her ass. It didn’t hurt necessarily, but when he spanked her again and rubbed his hand over the reddened flesh she found herself pushing against that palm.
“This is what it means to get fucked. You get told what to do. You get your ass spanked because I like to watch it get red. Because I like to hear first the breath of surprise and the soft moan as I rub it.”
He took hold of her hips and pulled her back against him. Then he reached around with his hand and found her soaking wet pussy lips. He stroked her gently, then thrust a finger inside her high and deep, making her gasp again.
“My girl likes to get fucked it seems. Feel how wet you are? You can’t wait for it can you?”
Sinead looked over her shoulder at him. His eyes were dark, his expression serious. She’d never seen him so dark, but it didn’t change how she felt. How much need rolled inside her for him. Wanting everything he could give her.
“No, I can’t.”
How was that for honesty?
David leaned forward and nipped her bottom. Then he set about undoing his jeans, pushing them and his boxer briefs down his hips until his cock sprang free. He wrapped his hand around it and started to stroke himself.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” she said softly, her eyes dropping to his lap. His cock was thick and hard. Long too. The way he was stroking it, his fist coming up around the head, it was making it bulge with more color. Red and purple and blue around the veins.
Of course his dick would be colorful too, just like him.
He reached back over the couch and extracted from a small vase on the end table a condom package.
