The 30 Days Day 07-09: Party Spirit

"Fucked?" he asked, drawing back and locking eyes with her. He could see the need in them, see that her drunken brain was crying out for more. "Do you think you deserve that?" Her eyes grew wide, and she let out an excited whimper, nodding quickly without breaking eye contact. He didn't say a word in reply, only moved his hand from her throat, and instead moved in with his mouth. His hands traced down her hips to grab her bum tight as he kissed her neck. Starting from the line of her jaw he moved down, kissing, sometimes lightly, sometimes much harder, working down to her collarbones. Pulling her up into him, lifting her almost clean off the bed, he sank his teeth into the soft skin of her neck. It was as if someone had thrown petrol on the fire in her brain: immediately she wrapped her arms tight around him, pulling him in tight, putting all her weight on his strong shoulders, as his teeth left their mark. Pulling his head back he picked her up, moving her body down the bed and she squealed, a grin growing on her red lips. Before he slammed her down and quickly pulled the pyjamas from her body. He kissed her all over, from the collarbones, over her chest, across her stomach,down one thigh and up the other. He kissed her gently, he kissed her hard, he sucked on the skin and he bit her. Every second fueled the fire in her brain, sending sparks through her whole body. She clawed at the skin of her back, pulling him into her and making him grunt as her teeth sank into the skin of his neck until he slammed her down hard. Again he kissed her, on the lips, and teased her breasts with his hands, tickling, squeezing, nipping, listening to her moan from pleasure and grunt from pain.

Then he began to move down again, down her neck, down her stomach. He slid his hands into the band of her lacy underwear and pulled, pulling it slowly down, and she couldn't help but whimper as the need within her grew. Pulling her underwear over her feet and clean off, he felt her fit legs, and squeezed them as his hands moved back towards her hips. As his hands moved closer she shuffled on the bed, half to position herself for him and half because she couldn't lie still, such was her excitement. Slowly he lay down between her thighs, and she ran her fingers through his dark hair. Slowly, gently, he licked her, tasting her wetness, feeling her need as she shuddered from his touch. And then again. He was teasing her, and she could hardly stand it. His every touch was sending lightning up her spine, as if his tongue was a live wire. The more he teased, the more she pleaded and begged

"Please, more" she moaned, but he'd ignore her, continuing at his own steady, agonising pace. "Please, c'mon... you dick," she begged, and finally he gave in, sinking his nails into the sore spots on her thighs he buried his head into her, his tongue expertly working her sensitive and needy clit. They had both had enough of slow, and he worked quickly, flicking his tongue up and down, back and forth. Each touch driving her wild, each second pushing her closer. Before long the grip on his hair was tightening, as she pulled him into her, begging and moaning.

"Fuck... I'm... Don't stop... fuck... so good... holy shit," she panted, feeling his nails dig into her skin and his mouth drive her crazy. "No, no... don't stop, c'mon," she pleaded, as his pace slowed, each second he moved slower and slower, denying her what she craved. "Noooooo," she whined, as he lifted his head away. She tried to pull him back towards her, but he grabbed her wrist tight in his hand, squeezing it hard enough to send pain shooting up her arm.

"Oh, did kitten wanna cum?" he teased, grinning.

"Yes!" She nodded, a pleading look on her face.

"Such a shame you don't get to," he continued, "Not for a long time yet." She protested, twisted, whinged and pouted, but she was silenced when he kissed her. She wrapped her legs around his body, grabbed his head with both hands, instinctively grinding herself against him, desperate for his touch, for anything she could get. She could taste herself on his lips, on his tongue, the flavour sent her wild, mixed with the taste of his lips, and the drinks they had enjoyed. As they lay kissing, feeling one another's body against their own, feeling the heat in their breath and the grip of their hands, the edge drifted away, her mind began to clear, until all she could focus on was his lips, and his body.

"Please," she begged, "More... I need... Fuck me...sir"

"Oh," he growled, "you wanna be fucked?"

"Yes."

"You wanna feel my fat cock inside you?" he teased.

"Yes!"

Slowly he stood from the bed, untangling himself from her grip. As she looked up to him, she watched him slowly remove his bottoms, tugging at the elastic before inching them down. Grace could see him growing harder as he teased her, and she could feel herself wanting him more with every inch of fabric he removed. Eventually they were removed, and he knelt back over her, his knees either side of her chest, and she couldn't help but stare at him, imagining how good he felt inside her. He just looked at her, eyebrows slightly raised, his eyes focused on hers. Without saying a word he was instructing her, and she knew to do as she was told.

Slowly she sat up a little, sticking out her tongue and licking the head of his cock. Up and down she licked, feeling him grow harder, every movement making her more horny, more desperate to be filled. Opening her mouth wide she looked up at him, locking eyes as she took the head in her mouth, sliding down his length, gripping with her lips. Slowly at first, but increasing in pace. The whole time imagining he was fucking her, wishing he was. As she worked on him she looked up, with big, pleading eyes, not saying a word, but begging. He knew exactly what she wanted, but he wasn't giving it to her, not until she had earned it. Finally he decided she had.

"Good girl," he growled, "good little slut. Do you wanna get fucked now?"

"Yes!" she purred, as he put his hands under her armpits and slid her up the bed.

Without another word he slid himself into her quickly, and she let out a surprised squeal as he stretched her. In one movement his whole length filled her. She wriggled, trying to get comfortable, trying to take him all, whimpering the whole time. Once she had found a way to lie, he grabbed her by the thighs and began to thrust, slowly at first, and gently, but soon hard and fast. He pounded her and she loved it, every thrust sending sparks up her whole body, his every movement making her whimper and moan. His hands were hurting her, so tight was his grip on her sore, bruised thighs, but the pain only made the pleasure more intense. He could see the lust in her eyes, and the pleasure on her face: her cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide, her lips bending into a smile despite her mouth being open wide, as she gasped and moaned and whimpered. Bending over her, he brought his mouth close to her ear, slowly his pace, he whispered,

"Does that feel good slut? Do you love my fucking cock?"

"Yes... Yes sir..." She moaned back, and she felt his teeth sink into her neck. She squealed loud from the pain as he did, but the feeling drove her crazy. She dug her nails into his back, clawing and hanging on as he continued to bite.

"Fuck," she moaned, "holy shit," as his teeth released their grip and she regained her senses. She loved it when he did that, it sent her brain and body into overdrive.

A hand gripped her throat, she loved that even more. It squeezed tight as he pounded into her harder and harder. It was too much.

"I... Fuck... I'm... Sir... Shit" she moaned. He could feel her twitching, tensing, writhing on the bed, the pleasure taking over her body, and it was pushing him over the edge too. Every moment of her body, every sound from her lips pushed him closer. "Sir!" She pleaded, "holy... Fuck... Fucking... I'm gonna... Please!"

He could hardly think straight, the hangover clouding his mind, his body a slave to the pleasure she was giving him. Her head rolled back, and she let out one long, lustful, moan. The sound was too much for him, it pushed him over the edge. Squeezing everything, desperately trying to contain the orgasm, he pulled out of her, exploding over her stomach as she wriggled and moaned.

"No, nooo!" She pleaded, her voice frustrated and needy, as the grip on her throat suddenly released, "no, you can't stop! No! Please! I'm... No!"

He hardly reacted, only looked down at her with a big, evil grin, and, panting, told her,

"Good girl."