Page 113 of Brutal
“No. Leave it. I want to watch your ass as you walk.”
She turns toward the bedroom, and I give her ass a hard slap. She loses her footing for a moment but steadies herself and looks over her shoulder at me.
She’s flushed, with heavy-lidded eyes, and for a moment I think she’s going to say something. To say we’ve crossed another line.
She doesn’t.
Hell, it was just a slap on the ass. She has no idea of the lines I’ve crossed. The lines I want to cross with her.
We get to the bedroom, and she turns, facing me.
“Take off your dress.”
She begins to kick off her high heels, but I raise a hand to stop her.
“Leave the shoes on. Just the dress.”
She obeys me, and soon the dress is in a red puddle at her feet.
She stands, naked, her brownish pink nipples erect, her bare pussy glistening with her wetness.
My dick is still hard, still jutting outward. I kick my own shoes off, sit down and remove my socks, and then rise again, sliding my underwear and pants over my hips and down my legs. I step out of them.
I unbutton my shirt slowly, part the two sides, let it fall over my shoulders.
Her mouth drops.
“See something you like?” I say, my voice low.
She doesn’t respond.
“You can talk if you’re going to tell me how fucking ripped I am.”
“You’re magnificent,” she says on a breath.
“So are you. You’ve got the tightest, wettest little pussy I’ve ever fucked.”
“Then fuck me, Samson. Fuck me.”
I turn her around. “Get on your hands and knees.”
She obeys quickly, jiggling her gorgeous ass.
“Don’t tease me, beauty, or you’re going to find my cock in a place you may not be ready for yet.”
She gasps and looks over her shoulder. For the first time, I see apprehension in her eyes.
Good.
An anal virgin. Not for much longer…
But not tonight.
I pull her to me and stuff my cock into her cunt.
Fuck…
So deep, so tight.
