s*x Contract

Chapter ２０

I said no. I wanted to go in. I was curious what might happen. I'd die from curiosity.

I turned to find him slouched on an old iron chair, one foot out, one arm over the back. His thighs appeared big and inviting against his beautiful pants. I wanted to bite them. I wanted to ride them to paradise. I wanted to straddle him. How would his hips hit me?

I swam to him.

His emerald eyes appeared to sparkle in the city light, staring directly through my skin. I thought he knew me, but that was impossible. He wrung me out, hung me to dry, and I wanted more. I disliked affluent guys who sought to control, not love, yet I was his slave. With each touch, he recreated me.

I lay my frigid, naked ass on his lap and peered at the concrete pattern beneath my face. Warm, welcoming thighs. We'd produce heat to beat the cold.

I struggled to resist squirming as a warm hand rubbed my thighs. My heart pounded against my chest, seeking escape.

My lips were separated by chilly fingers, and I whimpered gently.

He said, "Fight, Joyce." Don't surrender.

I knew he'd s***k me as he raised his hand.

But I was unprepared.

His palm smacked my ass and p***y, and I yelled and jerked.

He screamed, "Fight it."

He s*****d me again when I bit my lip. The sting spread over my ass and up my torso. My cunt yearned for his touch, and with the next slap I felt a delicious, throbbing pulse in my belly. Could he slap me into submission? But I couldn't tell him to stop. My breasts were heavy on his knees, and my n*****s burned with each slap of his palm and body jerk.

My p***y hurt as he sped up. My inner walls tensed, asking to be penetrated, while my c**t stood at attention. I couldn't resist his repeated spankings.

My lips parted and I gasped as his outstretched hand drove me higher and higher, agony and pleasure mingling in a manner I never thought possible. I'd accept his punishment, and let him have me. Yes, please! His touch and control made me addicted. His was mine.

I begged.

"Beg me." "Ask nicely."

"Let me in.Please!"

He s*****d me again, milder this time, but my tender ass still twitched and spasmed. He flattened his hand and s*****d my p***y gently, fast, and skilfully till my entire body curled inward.

My clitch and p***y contracted so hard I saw stars during my o****m. My body curved across his legs, and I felt his erection against my side. His fingers tapped, and I yelled, every nerve alive with ecstasy as I came.

I couldn't recover. As my p***y quivered and squeezed, he wrapped his palm around my ass and pushed his fingers into my slippery channel. I pushed into his palm, thoughtless and eager, and he stood me up in front of his chair, my back to him.

I quivered and jerked with each orgasmic wave as he touched my thighs.

"You'll ride me," excited me more. A yawning void between my legs informed me I needed his c**k, and I was profoundly glad. I couldn't wait for him to f**k me.

I knew I was behaving oddly, but I couldn't help it. What did Joyce's control get me? Luke and I didn't have a typical relationship, yet he made me c****x. That's it.

He pulled me back by my hips as I heard his zipper. My skin pimpled in the cold, but my p***y felt hot and moist. I helped him hoist me and spread my thighs till I was straddling his lap, my hamstrings screamed. I ignored them. When his c**k pushed into the moist entrance of my p***y, I wanted to weep with relief.

Then he yanked me down and slammed his hips into mine, and I screamed without caring who heard me. My parents lived just above me. If they peeked out a rear window, they'd witness their daughter being plowed by the guy she'd married . I gave myself to Luke.

His warm, firm arms wrapped around me, and his rough fingers discovered my breast and c**t. He rubbed my c**t, grabbed and kneaded my breast, and I trembled, my body vibrating around my c**k. I wished he'd c****x.

I hooked my arm over his neck and grabbed the chair back with superhuman force. Using him as an anchor, I raised my hips, allowing his c**k glide out of me, then relaxed my legs. Gravity drew me down, and he nearly painfully filled me. I groaned as he massaged and circled my c**t. His chest groaned as his fingers sped up.

"Come for me," he demanded, but his voice was strained and fraying.

I couldn't stop.

I said, "f**k me."

Then he threw his arms around me and held me as he pushed upwards, filling me to bursting. I yelled into the night air, the city lights blurring around me. I didn't know whether it was agony or pleasure, but I wanted it. Wanted everything.

I yelled "f**k!" "Crap!"

His fingers on my c**t were awkward and fumbling, but they were enough.

"Luke!"

I called his name and he followed me, his hips jerking and hesitating in their furious beating. His thick, hot sperm filled me up.

He brought me to his room and f****d me all night. Each time I fell asleep, he twisted the covers around my arms. Face down, ass up, he penetrated me, without caring whether I climaxed or not. I couldn't help it; he possessed me entirely. Each time he penetrated into me, I milked him dry.

He slept as the skylight above us brightened.

Exhausted, I watched the dawn rise. Dawning chilly. I'd only slept between f***s. Luke liked to tie me up, but that wasn't enough to please him. He wanted to do more, which worried and intrigued me.