Clean Revenge

Chapter 5 - Wanting More

Looking at him, I noticed how beautiful he truly was, clean shaven with thick lustrous brown hair and a strong jaw line. He was still gazing at me, looking pleased with his efforts, as he should be. But I wanted more. “Well, as amazing as that was, and it was f*****g amazing, I was really hoping to feel you inside me,” I said bravely, shuddering at the memory of his tongue on my c**t. Michael stepped back, ran both hands through his hair, almost in disbelief at what I had just said, his eyes wide. “Is that what you really want? For me to f**k you?” he sounded hot as hell, asking in a low gruff voice, his directness turning me on even more. Not to be outdone in this little dirty talking game we were now playing, I responded, “since the moment I saw you at the front door, all I’ve been thinking about is having that big c**k of yours deep inside me.” He took a deep breath, held still for a moment, then held his index finger up at me, gesturing for me not to move. Then he disappeared down the hallway. Oh s**t, had I gone too far? I’d never really done the whole ‘dirty talk’ thing. Peter was not into that at all, well, at least he wasn’t into that with me. Who knows what his did with the other woman or women he was apparently sleeping with. Michael was back, a condom in hand. Phew! He approached slowly. My goodness he was hot. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him, so only the tiniest part of my ass cheeks remained on the bench. He pressed his body against me, and I could feel his bulge against my already wet p***y. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue dancing with mine. I could taste myself on his mouth, and it turned me on. He moved down to my neck, kissing and sucking at it as I arched back to allow him better access. He pulled my shoes off, throwing them to the floor and then unbuttoned my dress, slipping it over my head. He unclasped my bra and threw it to the side, pausing for a second, taking in the sight of my bare chest. “Your t**s are f*****g amazing,” he said as he massaged them, taking my n*****s in his mouth, nipping at them until they were so hard, they could cut ice. I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it to the floor behind him. His body was even better than I had imagined, muscular arms and shoulders with n*****s more magical than mine. I ran my hands down his body and into the back of his pants, grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him in tighter, pushing his bulge further into me. “Ooh, you really do wanna f**k me, don’t you?” He groaned. I pushed his pants down around his hips, using my feet to finish the job, then giving him a second to step out of them. I held his gaze, and without a word, I grabbed the condom from his hand and ripped it open with my teeth. Not breaking eye contact, I rolled the condom over his hard c**k, leaned in and whispered, “that answer your question?” That was all he needed, with that he plunged inside me, gliding in and out. I tried to move my hips to his rhythm, taking him all in. He felt so good. He was long and thick, not like any man I had ever been with before. He grabbed my ankles and rested them on his shoulders, laying me back across the bench. This position allowed him to get even deeper. I gasped at the depth he reached. “You OK?” he asked. “More than OK! You’re so big! I want every bit of you inside me!” I reassured him. He obviously liked that as his speed increased, pushing harder and faster, filling me up. Michael reached down and gently smacked my ass with one hand. It felt good. Nobody had ever spanked me before. I let out a deep breath. “Was that too hard?” he asked. “Not hard enough!” I replied. “Oh, you want me to spank your ass, do you?” he said, hope in his voice. “That’s exactly what I want!” I told him confidently. Without another sound, Michael wrapped my legs around his waist, pulled me up from the bench and walked me over to lounge, his c**k remaining inside me the whole way. He set me down behind the lounge and turned me around. He bent me over the back of the lounge then pulled me slightly to the right, telling me he wanted to ‘watch my plump titties jiggle as he f****d me from behind’, pointing in the direction of the full-length hallway mirror. Every time he spoke, I got wetter and wetter. If this dirty talk was a game, he was now winning. I had to up the ante. I could see him standing behind me in the hallway mirror, making sure he had the right angle. I watched as he pushed my legs apart with his knees and slid a finger inside me, thrusting a few times before telling me, “I need to taste that p***y again, it’s so damn good.” With that he knelt down and wrapped his mouth around my p***y, lapping up as much of me as he could. I moaned in pleasure, wishing I could have his c**k and tongue in there at the same time. He returned to his feet, reaching around and grabbing my t**s in his hands again, massaging a little rougher this time. He pushed inside me from behind, deep and hard. I screamed out in pleasure, telling him how good he felt inside me. He ran one hand along my back which pushed me forward a little more, and I had to drop my hands to the lounge to steady myself. He grabbed my hips with both hands, and I lifted my eyes to see him in the mirror. He was standing more upright now, staring at my ass, biting his bottom lip. ‘Be brave’ I told myself. “Well, that ass isn’t going to spank itself,” I told him. His eyes met mine in the mirror and a mischievous smile spread across his face. He lifted his hand and spanked me a little harder than before. He grabbed my ass, squeezing it tightly between his fingers. I kept my eyes on him, watching the desire building on his face. “Again, and harder,” I demanded. He spanked me again, harder, and thrust deep inside me. I don’t know what had come over me, but I was getting so turned on by it all. He thrust in and out, over and over again. Keeping one hand on my ass, he ran the other one across my back and into my hair. He wrapped my hair in his fingers and gently tugged it back. I gasped loudly as I almost came right there and then. Michael quickly released my hair from his grasp. “No, please, don’t let go,” I begged. “I want…I want you to pull my hair…and spank my ass,” I said between pants. Michael grunted and groaned as he obliged, spanking me harder and pulling my hair a little tighter, his thrusts getting faster, deeper, harder. I was screaming in pleasure now, pushing my hips into him, trying to take every millimetre of him inside me. “Tell me…tell me again, tell me what you want,” He cried. I could tell he was ready to c*m, as was I. I took a deep breath, my inhibitions now dissipated, “I want you to f**k me so hard, I want you to yank my hair and spank my ass ‘til I come!” With that he spanked me hard, thrusting into me one final time, groaning deeply as my p***y spasmed around his hard c**k and we came together. It was so intense that my whole body shuddered for what seemed like an eternity. My body gave in and collapsed onto the lounge, completely fulfilled. Michael folded on top of me, his c**k still inside me, his breath landing on my bare skin. The warmth of his body enveloping me felt natural, so much so that I momentarily forgot where I was.