𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | +𝟏𝟖

𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈

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"On your hands and knees. Now."

I crawled a few feet over, on my hands and knees, facing the headboard as I felt the mattress dip behind me. I gasped in surprise when he spanked me and I whimpered. As he gripped my ass with one hand, the other directed his tip to my entrance before he thrusted himself inside me.

As I expected for him to go fast, I was proven wrong at his slow strokes. Small pants passed my lips at each thrust, praying for him to go faster.

I moved my hips back to meet him halfway, an attempt to go either faster or deeper. He spanked me again and I made a noise out of pain and pleasure. "If you want me to go any faster, you're going to have to beg, whore."

"Please. Please, sir, go faster," I moaned. Suddenly, his hips slammed into mine in a rough thrust and I cried out, my limbs bucking underneath me. His pace was quick and his thrusts were hard, roughly fucking me from behind.

I felt hardly held up by arms, so I let them drop underneath me, causing my collarbone and face to be pressed against the mattress. He pressed my back lower into the sheets, his hands harshly gripping my love handles whilst my back arched deeper.

I suddenly felt pressure on my upper back, Clay's large hand pinning me there, as well as by my hip. I felt as if I were tied up, unable to move as his body cornered mine. "Fuck, you're taking me so well. Such a good little whore, aren't you?" He kept his hand on my hip, though the other released my back and pushed my hair to the side as he spoke.

"Y-yes, sir," I choked out, tightly shutting my eyes. His arm rounded my side as his hand moved underneath me to circle my clit fiercely, the combination of that with his thrusts always did it for me, forcing a loud moan to erupt from my throat.

"Fuck—" I moaned, my voice strained. The pleasure overtook me, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. "Oh, my god."

"Yeah?" He muttered. I gripped the sheets underneath me tightly, pulling on them as a way to relieve the waves of bliss flowing throughout my body.

He pulled out and used my hips to lower me, having me lay flat on my stomach. My chest heaved whilst he retrieved a pillow and slipped it underneath my hips, raising them and arching my back the slightest bit to give himself a better angle. I felt him straddle the backs of my thighs, and I thought back to the time I imagined him doing just this.

My hold on the sheets was loose again until his cock was back inside me at a single thrust, my knuckles turning white at the tight grip I had on the fabric.

"I thought about t-this," I spoke as best as I could, completely dazed in the pleasure. "You fucking me like this, I was— I was touching myself." He groaned and sent a spank to my ass, making my mouth drop open in a loud moan.

"When?" He muttered, both hands on my hips as his thrusts began to quicken.

"The night you h-had me in your office after telling me you would teach me how—" I cut myself off with a moan, trying to collect myself to finish speaking. "—to be submissive." I took a breath of relief after finishing, having a hard time speaking when he's fucking me like this.