For Him - Sex Stories

For Him

... to hear him. I crawled to the other side of the bed to tuck the sheet in when the bastard slapped my ass. A blush heated my face and I ground my teeth. I would not acknowledge the fact that my pussy got a little wetter from the slap. Ignoring him I picked up the dirty sheets to put them in the hamper. "Still mad at me?" He asked. I wanted to scream. Mostly I just wanted to fuck. I ended up pushing him onto the bed just to get him out of my way. I didn't expect him to grab me so suddenly but he did and the air rushed out me as he jerked me down on his lap. Fear and anger coursed through me at the thought that he was going to hit me. When his hand connected with me ass I was surprised at how light it was. It wasn't playful but it didn't really hurt either. He smacked my ass a couple more times before stopping. Tears stung my eyes, my pussy throbbed and he just had to stop. "Please," I whispered. He leaned over to look at my face. "Are you okay?" he asked. I met his eyes, my lip trembled. "Baby, . . . Please," I had to swallow the lump in my throat. If he stopped now I think I'd sob. "Please don't stop." His eyes widened a little and a loud smack made me whimper. My cheek stung but I still wanted more. "Pleeeease more," I moaned out.