“You’re lucky I have to go to work, Kaylee,” he warned.
“Why’s that?” I asked sultrily, spreading my legs open and slipping my fingers between my thighs. Slowly, I worked circles against my clit. My body tensed. Even my clit was sore, but I didn’t care. The pleasure outweighed the pain.
“Fuck,” Gerald groaned, watching me play with myself.
“What? You made me horny,” I grinned.
Gerald stood up from the bed and within seconds, he had his belt undone and his pants dropped to his ankles.
“On your knees. Ass facing me,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir.”
Quickly, I positioned myself as he said. He moved up against me. His cock pressing against my ass. I tensed when he spread my ass and stroked a finger between them.
“Relax. I’ll enjoy this tightness later on, when I can be gentle,” he assured me. “Not right now. Right now I need to pound your pussy.”
“Please, sir,” I begged, looking over my shoulder at him. He grinned then slapped my ass harder than he ever had before.
My screams echoed off the walls. I placed my face into the covers and whimpered.
“Are you okay?” Gerald asked softly. “I’m sorr--”
I lifted my head from the covers and looked over my shoulder at him.
“Fuck me, sir.”
My teeth sank into my bottom lip and I faced forward. My hips rotated, pressing his cock between my ass. Gerald moaned before taking hold of his cock and placing it where my wetness was waiting.
“So fucking wet, Kaylee. Is that for me?”
“Yes, sir.”
Without warning, Gerald grabbed my hips and thrust his cock deep in my pussy. My teeth sank into the comforter to muffle my screams.
The soreness I felt before was nothing compared to now. Pain filled my pussy from him ramming inside me instead of easing into me.
“Those are my screams.” Gerald growled, pounding deep inside me. The extreme pain was replaced with intense pleasure. “Tell me those... are my fucking screams... or i’m punishing you.” His words were interrupted by his forceful thrusts.
He took hold of my hair and wrapped it in one of his hands. He pulled my hair, making me lift my face out of the covers. I moved up on my hands and knees to relieve the pain against my scalp..
“Tell me,” he ordered.
“My screams are yours, sir,” I moaned. “All yours.”
“Good, girl.”
Gerald loosened his hold on my hair, but just enough to where my head wasn’t bent back and I was more comfortable.
“Play with your pussy... Now. I want to feel you come all over my dick.”
The rough, commanding tone in his voice pushed me closer to an orgasm. It was like Gerald controlled my body and I was just along for the ride.
Without hesitation, my hand slipped between my legs. I rubbed my clit and moved my hips to match his thrusts.
“Fuck, baby,” Gerald groaned, keeping his pace.
The room filled with our sounds of pleasure. My free hand clenched at the sheets to keep me in place. Gerald grabbed my shoulders tight and pulled me even farther back onto his cock.
