Tomi's guide to bed wetting

WHEN HE WON'T 2

In one swift motion, Ethan flipped her onto her stomach. His hands gripped her hips and yanked her ass high into the air, her knees spread wide on the mattress, presenting her to him like an offering. Cassie gasped at the sudden manhandling, her cheek pressed into the cool pillow, heart racing in anticipation.

Ethan’s palm landed sharply on her ass twice, the loud, stinging smacks echoing in the room as heat bloomed across her skin. He molded her ass, soothing the pain. Nasty girl, he mused.

He lined up his still-hard c**k and thrust into her, burying himself deep into the heat of her body. Cassie moaned loudly into the pillow, the new angle letting him reach even deeper.

He f****d her hard. Steady strokes that made the bed creak underneath them, skin slapping loudly against skin. His hips snapped forward again and again, driving into her with wet sounds as his earlier c*m mixed with her fresh arousal, leaking messily down her thighs. One hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks, guiding her back onto him with every thrust.

Cassie was gasping, whimpering, pushing back to meet every plunge. The mix of lingering sting on her ass and the thick, pounding stretch inside her was pushing her toward another peak. Her p***y fluttered and clenched around his c**k, still sensitive from her first orgasm. Ethan raised his hand, landing a brutal slap on her ass. This is for ignoring me again. For disrespecting me... again... for waking me up when you know I have work early tomorrow.

“You caused it,” she whined breathlessly between moans, voice shaky and needy. “You ignored me for days… made me so frustrated I had to take you myself…”

Ethan chuckled dark and low, leaning over her back so his chest pressed against her, his c**k grinding deep inside her with every thrust. “Yeah? Well, I think I’ll get you mad more often if it wakes the vixen in you like this.” He punctuated the words with a particularly hard, deep thrust that made her cry out. “Look at you… taking my c**k so well, riding me like you own it. To think I've been so easy on you. Greedy girl.”

He f****d her through her whimpers and moans. Long, deep strokes that had her gripping the sheets tightly, thighs trembling violently. The wet, squelching sounds of her p***y taking him filled the room, mixed with her broken, desperate cries. Another orgasm built fast and intense, crashing over her in shattering waves. She came hard with a muffled scream into the pillow, her p***y spasming violently around him, milking him dry as fresh waves of pleasure rolled through her body.

Only when she was shaking and whimpering did Ethan finally slow down and pull out. He stood up from the bed, breathing heavily, his c**k still glistening with their release. He fetched a warm, damp cloth from the bathroom, carefully cleaning between her trembling thighs, wiping away the messy mix of c*m and slick from her swollen, puffy folds and the reddened skin of her ass. His touch was soothing, gentle after the roughness.

He came back to bed, sliding in beside her and pulling her into his arms. He tucked her body against his chest, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other cupped her full breast. Lowering his head, he took one swollen n****e into his mouth.

His lips closed around the peak. He drew it in gently at first, then steadily. Each suck sent soft, tugging heat through her breast that traveled straight down between her legs. His tongue moved in lazy circles, tracing the stiff bud, pressing flat against it before flicking lightly at the tip. The heat of his mouth made her skin prickle, every pull creating gentle suction that made the n****e tighten and throb. He hummed softly, the low vibration buzzing through her as he released it with a soft pop, blowing cool air on it before switching to the other breast.

He repeated the same action. After several moments, he lifted his head slightly. Two of his fingers slid between her parted lips, pressing gently onto her tongue. “Wet them for me, baby,” he murmured.

Cassie’s mouth closed around his fingers instinctively, her tongue swirling and coating them with warm saliva as she sucked lightly.

When he pulled his fingers free, they glistened with saliva. He lowered them to her breasts, circling the damp, swollen n****e he had just sucked, spreading the wetness in slow trails, making the sensitive peak cool in the air. Then he pinched it lightly between thumb and forefinger, rolling it while his mouth returned to the first n****e. He alternated again, popping the second n****e into his mouth while his fingers played with the first, teasing, circling, gently tugging.

His free hand gently kneaded the swell of whichever breast he wasn’t focused on. Cassie sighed contentedly, melting into him, fingers threading through his hair. Every gentle pull drew little aftershocks of warmth through her worn-out body.