Tell Me

On my knees on the bed, he slammed into my pussy from behind.  His balls slapped against my ass, over and over again.  I moaned and cried out with each thrust.

SMACK!

His hand came down on my ass.  I gasped.

“You like that, Sweets?”

I nodded my head.

SMACK!

I cried out. He continued to pump into me like a piston, tirelessly.

“Tell me, Sweets.”

“Yes…yes,” I gasped.

SMACK!

One hand twined through my hair and yanked.  I groaned.

“I want to hear it, Sweets,” he commanded. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

SMACK!

“Please….please…more…don’t stop,” I panted.

He continued fucking me, hard.  The sound of his balls against my pussy was hypnotic.

SMACK!

I screamed.  The pain in my ass almost unbearable.

“Tell me…”

“Yes, yes, please, don’t stop…please…more,” I cried out.

My head was yanked back even harder.  He stroked in and out of my pussy with more power.  The force of his thrusts propelled me forward, my breasts swung back and force in time with him.

SMACK!

I howled.

“That’s not what I want to hear, Sweets,” he said quietly.  “Tell me you like it.  Ask me for more.”

Near tears and feeling my orgasm nearing, I whimpered.

“I…I like it,” I managed between gasps.  “Please…can I…oh my God…can I have more?”

His hand loosened it’s grip on my hair.  He continued to pound my pussy, now with a little less force.  I felt the juices running down the inside of my thigh.  I whimpered.

SMACK!

“Of course you can, Sweets.”  I could hear the smirk in his voice.