Or, uh, pool room compatibility? There wasn’t a bed in sight.
He pulled back from the kiss before I could get too into it and helped me get both hands behind my back again. It was easier to hold them there after taking a break, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was straining.
It was part of his torture to make me do it, but I wouldn’t complain.
Ineededto feel him inside me before we were done.
“Count each strike for me,” West ordered.
He followed it up with a single spank with the belt.
I gasped. “One.”
The next hit was harder, landing right beneath the curve of my ass. “Two.”
West kept a steady pace, varying the intensity. My pussy clenched on nothing, aching, and it got more difficult to keep up with the counting.
“Ten,” I whimpered.
“Wrong, little omega. That was nine.”
I wanted to argue. There was no way I’d miscounted. But my brain was scrambled, and it was all I could do to gasp out number after number, keeping my hands clasped. Maybe Iwaswrong.
Either way, I didn’t have the energy to argue. “Nine.”
West chuckled huskily. “Good girl.”
He whipped the belt down once more, and I felt a gush of slick drench the pool lounger. My body was desperate for him.I wanted to beg for his cock, but I could barely speak and apparently couldn’t count.
“Ten.”
“Count out five more for me, and I’ll sink my cock into your pretty little pussy, alright?”
“Please, West.”
“Five more. Start from one.”
The first hit was from his hand, the sensation wholly different from the belt’s harsh rap. I counted. He spanked me again, the belt hitting the back of my thighs. That was two.
Tears beaded in my eyes, the pleasure and pain reaching a tipping point. I needed more pleasure to balance the pain. Like he could read my mind, West plunged two fingers inside me and curled them to rub the perfect spot.
I screamed as he spanked me again, barely managing to croak out, “Three.”
He fucked me with his fingers, my dripping core building rapidly to an orgasm. The belt came down twice more in rapid succession. Whimpering, I tried to fuck back on his fingers, chasing my release, but he growled. “Count, Talia.”
“Four, five,” I sobbed.
Pulling his fingers out of me, he let his belt clatter down onto the tile. He grabbed my hips, lifting them. Straddling the lounge chair, he shoved his massive cock deep into my pussy, his knot rubbing my clit when he was fully seated.
I fell apart around him, screaming and shuddering. He used one hand to grab my hands, keeping them behind my back, the other holding my hip so he could pound into me. I was a mess, dripping from where we joined, our bodies making a wet smacking sound with every thrust.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take what he wanted to give me. He went so deep it almost hurt, so fast Icould barely fucking think. Another orgasm started building in the aftershocks of the first.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last long,” West groaned. “All your fucking teasing.”
“Me either. You’re going to make me?—”
I choked on my words when my climax hit me like a freight train. My pussy clenched down on his cock while the rest of me melted boneless into the lounge chair.
