Promises and Bitches Ch. 1 - Sex Stories

Promises and Bitches Ch. 1

... rather small and inexperienced ass. Even when he fucked her vagina, her lips were stretched so wide it looked nearly painful, not to mention that he bottomed out in her and bumped against her cervix if he wasn't careful. And of course, he had no intention of being gentle today, he craved rough animalistic fucking. Grabbing the leash he pulled roughly on it, forcing her back to bend and her upper body to raise a little bit, then he shoved forward and the purple glans of his penis split her labia, driving into her lust canal in one mighty thrust until all of his shaft was buried inside her. *** Kylie had halfway expected Dave to simply toss the laptop aside and yank her up into his powerful arms, carrying her straight into the bedroom for a night of marathon fucking. Or maybe even just bend her over the nearest table, as he sometimes liked to do. At this point it didn’t matter which. She just wanted him to stop looking at fucking porn already and start paying attention to his real life girlfriend instead, to strip off her damp panties and administer the only remedy to her already wet and achingly needy slit that ever worked. He wasn’t known for his patience after all. That was one of the things about him that drove her wild even when it sometimes scared her a little too. His rough passion. The way he rarely ever asked for permission when the moment came. Just took what he wanted and made her feel like she’d wanted it too. That wasn’t what he did though. Instead he fixed her ...

... with an unusually serious steady gaze, capturing her pale green eyes with his own, asking softly if she promised. The whole moment happening seemed to hinge on her answer and it felt like only one was acceptable. “Yeah, of course, baby,” she whispered back, her tongue edging teasingly along her lower lip, knowing he liked that, “I promise, cross my heart…” What exactly she’d promised to do she wasn’t even entirely sure but that didn’t matter. It got the reaction she wanted. Closing the laptop and dropping it onto the coffee table, he pulled her up onto his lap with little obvious strain, setting her where she could feel the hard tent of his erection pressing warmly against her curvy bottom. One of his big hands slipped under her loose T-shirt, and she made a little whimper as he squeezed her breast firmly, hard enough she already knew he was going to leave marks again, the other dipping beneath her shorts. “…ah…” Kylie gasped at the cool feel of his fingers parting her puffy lips, gliding across her slick folds to play around the edges of her sensitive clit. “…your little slut is sooo wet…” she answered playfully, repeating his words back to him, before what he did said next left her blushing hotly. It started with a surprising laugh, Dave jokingly suggesting that it was the video that had aroused her this way and that it was no wonder she’d agreed to be some mutt’s bitch. Which wasn’t what she’d meant with her promise! Kylie wasn’t really sure what she’d meant actually, which ...