"Please more," I moaned out. His hand connected with my ass cheek several more times before resting on it. The heat from his hand stung against my sensitized skin. His breathing was labored as if it wore him out.

I couldn't say how long we were like that, unmoving and completely still. It could have been minutes although in reality it was probably only seconds. 

My pussy throbbed with the same intensity as my cheek, I couldn't take his stillness any longer. 

Attempting to straighten up was useless. My legs were jello and my resolve was broken. All I managed to do was wiggle my ass pretty much in his face. 

His hand slid down until it rested on my pussy. Heat made me clench tight and I couldn't help but press my pussy against his warm hand. A flush ran through me as his thumb brushed along my lips. My moan broke the silence.

"So does my dirty little girl want me to finger her pussy?" he asked in a harsh whisper.

Goosebumps trailed across my body. I wanted to scream at him to fuck me. I wanted him inside me. His heat, his passion, anger, need. I wanted everything he ever held back from me.

Shaking with absolute lust I whispered, "Yes."

Pain and shock made me cry out. He had slapped my pussy with the same force he had my ass. He had never done that before. I had never even considered that it would feel good. My ass was one thing, my pussy was another. My most sensitive area was awakened to a new pleasure. Albeit a double edged please but my pussy clenched hard at the abuse.

"I didn't hear my dirty girl. Say it. Tell me you want me to finger your pussy."

Blushing, I hesitated. I didn't want to give into his demands. I wanted to keep control of my unruly body. Mind and body were at war and he was the puppeteer.

He slapped my pussy again, harder this time.

"Yes! Your dirty little slut wants you to finger her pussy!" I screamed. A loud moan escaped me as one long finger slipped between my folds and deep inside me. 

I wanted to fight the pleasure and yet at the same time I wanted absolutely to give in to his every whim. 

Touch me, taste me, bite me, hurt me. I wanted it. I just didn't want to ask him for it.

My pussy throbbed around his finger. Just a tease. His thumb circled my clit leisurely as he slowly pumped into me. 

So close.

"Baby please," I whimper.

His chuckle unnerved me but he slipped another finger in me and began to pump quicker. My clit throbbed with the teasing he forced on it. 

"My dirty slut going to come for me?" he asks softly.

"Come on my hand baby. I want-" he jerks his hand hard into me. "You-" harder, "to-" deeper. "Come."

My pussy spasms around his skilled fingers. Heat flushes my body and a starry haze clouds my vision as my tension explodes. His hand still moves against me, milking my orgasm until I'm completely jello. 

A slurping noise escapes as he pulls his hand away from my pussy. 

He pulls me up from his lap, only pausing long enough to kiss me deeply.

Half aware of reality, I taste his mouth. Sweet like coffee. His tongue inviting mine to play. I nibble his lip as he starts to pull away and in a rush his face disappears. 

Immediate awareness descends upon me. I look up at him from where he pushed me on the bed. Agitated I sit up. An insult bubbling to the surface.

I come directly facing his engorged cock. Anger courses through me as I open my mouth to him instead of pushing him away. His big hard cock slides inside my mouth and I moan at the taste of his salty skin mixed with the sweetness of his precum.

Suckling softly I look up to meet his gaze. My hand around his shaft pumps slowly. Same sweet torture he gave to me. His eyes burned with lust and disapproval. A smirk creased his mouth, "My little slut can do better than that." He clenches a fistful of my hair and pulls me down on him. Trying not to gag as his cock forces itself deeper in my mouth. 

I want to gag on each thrust. His hand in my hair pulls me harder onto it and I have to control the reflex. 

Holding my breath I suck his cock as he thrusts. Tasting every bit of his long hard cock. Fluid dribbles from his tip down my throat and I swallow. A moan escapes between his teeth and I do it again just to spite him.

Hearing his rapid breathing and stifled moans makes my pussy throb again. 

I know by the sound of his moans that he's close to coming. Pussy throbbing for attention I ignore. 

My hand smoothes over and around his sack. Warm and tight, I grasp and knead them with my fingers as he thrusts faster. I can feel his body tense as I deepthroat him.

I moan as his hot cum shoots down my throat. 

Time stands still for a moment before he pulls away. His cock wet from my saliva and his come. I swallow hard. My pussy reminds me it's need and I want to cry that it won't be fulfilled. Not after his come had been consumed. 

He cups his hands to my face and tilts my head back.

"You don't think you're done do you?" he asks me quietly. "We aren't even close to finishing."