Once they were in his room, he tossed her down to the bed roughly. She erupted into laughter again, turning to regard him and seeing that he was quickly getting undressed. Running her tongue along her upper teeth in delight, she watched with a playfully defiant expression. Just a few seconds after she’d been flopped down to his bed, he was naked, standing in front of her and stroking his cock in an almost menacing way. She waited as long as she could, then raised a single eyebrow to challenge him.
He rushed forward, kneeling on the bed and deftly yanking her shorts off in one swift motion. She laughed again, then started to strip her top off but he put a stop to it by yanking both of her arms up and pinning them behind her head with one hand. The other moved between her legs and roughly pulled her bikini to the side as he maneuvered himself into position.
She glared at him in arousal, giving him a defiant look while silently begging him to get busy punishing her. With both of his hands occupied, it took a few interminable seconds longer than she could handle for him to grind is cock down into her.
“Ugh… God…” she grunted, spreading her legs as he plunged deeply inside.
“Fucking dirty little slut,” he growled, settling deep inside her pussy and holding there for a few moments.
She whimpered as her pussy adjusted, but then looked up at him when he didn’t start immediately pounding. Using her legs, she pulled at him weakly in an attempt to get him to commence with the fun. He was simply staring down into her eyes, a satisfied look on his face as he deliberately didn’t fuck her.
“Oh-ho-ho!” she cried out, realizing that he was just toying with her. “Are you fucking…”
She didn’t get any further in her angry yell as he chose that specific moment to start pumping his cock in and out of her. She immediately cried out in surprise and relief. Her aching pussy was finally quenched as her slid down on top of her, his hips driving his length in full strokes in and out. Her lips and warm pussyflesh sucked hungrily at the pounding shaft. Each impact of his hips drove innocent whimpers out of her mouth.
She tried several times to raise her hands again to put her arms around him affectionately, but he kept them held tight above her head. His mouth roamed around her neck and chest, roughly biting her nipples one moment then tenderly kissing her the next.
“Fuckin’ tell me to come and look out my window,” he growled. “You think you’re so fuckin’ clever.”
Every plunge of his cock into her sent rivulets of electric bliss racing through her, and though she desperately wanted to wrap her arms around him, she found it more exciting to submit completely. Surrendering herself to his will, she ceased pushing against him and spread her thighs as wide as she possibly could.
“My fuckin’ slut of a girlfriend that can’t get enough cock in her mouth,” he continued, his tone menacing. “Suckin’ dick all day and doing who knows what else.”
An impossibly powerful orgasm rolled over her with little warning, and she could only lay there and take what was being inflicted on her poor, punished pussy. She quivered down the length of her body, her legs continuing to shake long after the rest of her had ceased. She felt herself contracting down incredibly hard on his perfectly punishing shaft as it relentlessly drove into her.
“I love you so goddamn much,” he snarled into her ear, though he hadn’t slowed his pounding. “You filthy fucking whore.”
An unintelligible squeak fell from her lips, and she started to see dark spots in her vision as she endured the torrent of indescribable pleasure he was inflicting on her. At the peak of her orgasm, her entire body seized-up and her eyes rolled upward into their sockets for a moment. A few seconds passed before her body relented and she was able to breathe again though he was still drilling his cock into her. Her body was awash with endorphins as she lay there submitting completely to him.
“Did you help Jason lose his cherry yet, you little hussy?” he said.
He let go of her hands, but she was too weak to do anything with them.
“Did you?” he asked again, turning her face toward his.
He sounded angry with her, but she knew better. Even though she was still recovering, she still wanted to goad him a little.
“No, but now I might,” she said, fighting to catch her breath as she continued to ride the wave of her orgasm.
“Oooo,” he said, grinning at her and renewing his energetic pounding. “I’m just gonna keep fucking you until the party starts.”
She moaned at the thought and nodded weakly at him. “Punish your slutty girlfriend, baby,” she groaned. “Fill my pussy up.”
“My pussy,” he corrected. She felt him slide his cock free from its home and pull her completely up next to him as she enjoyed the final stages of her orgasm.
“Nooo,” she whined, trying to pull him back on top of her.
“My pussy,” he said pointedly. She didn’t immediately respond though, still feeling defiant. He raised a single eyebrow in surprise then moved his hand from around her body. She thought he was letting her go for a moment, but then felt his finger slid across her clit.
“Ohmygod,” she cried, and immediately latched onto his wrist with her hand. “Nononono,” she protested. “I can’t take anymore right now, baby,” she pleaded as he wriggled his hand free and gently pushed the finger inside. “It’s… your… puuuusssssyyyyyy,” she whined.
“You’ve been bad,” he said, as if that simple statement explained why he was trying to kill her with orgasms. His first digit was joined by a second as her mouth fell open and she stared up at him in surrender.
“You… bastard…” she stammered, reaching down and trying to grab his wrist again as he gently pumped his fingers in and out of her tender pussy.
“You… slut…” he replied, and slid from underneath her, though he didn’t slow his fingers from plunging in and out. “You going to tell me when you take Jason’s cherry, you little tramp?”
“Fuh… baby…” she whimpered in protest, though her body was telling a different story. Her thighs were apparently all for the torture and had fallen open as soon as he’d started to drive his digits inside. Her pussy was guilty as well, quickly starting to throb again as he worked on it.
“Whose pussy?” he asked sternly and continued to maneuver down.
“Omfggknggodd,” she protested unintelligibly, and gave up trying to stop him as he slid down between her legs and started to run his tongue cross her clit. His fingers hadn’t ceased their torment, though, and she only had to endure another few seconds before another orgasm washed over her.
This time wasn’t nearly as powerful, but she was in no condition to do anything but lay there drooling on herself as her traitorous pussy clenched on his fingers again and again. As soon as she started to cum a second time, he was up in a flash. His cock speared into her without difficulty and he once again started hammering inside.
“Fuck… baby…” she cried out, her pussy once again convulsing violently down on him. “Fuck…”
Once again, she felt her body spinning out of control and felt the incredible wave wash over her. She could only lay there and enjoy what was happening to her. She recovered much faster than she had the first time, though, and was drawn back to the surface when she felt Dex slide free of her.
He collapsed to the side, his cock still hard and coated with her ample juices.
“You didn’t cum yet,” she accused through ragged breaths.
“Nope,” he muttered, then weakly shook his head.
She scowled at him as he grinned over at her weakly. “Can I finish you off?”
“Figured I’d save it for later,” he replied.
She could see his eyes drooping and within a few seconds it looked like he’d passed out.
“Save it for later,” she muttered mockingly. “Jerk.”
He didn’t respond though and she eased herself from the bed intending to let him sleep.
“Wake me later babe?” he asked, causing her to turn.
“Of course,” she said quietly, and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. “And it’s your pussy, honey. I haven’t forgotten your rule.”
A smile was his response, and she giggled quietly. Pulling the sheet up over him, she turned and quietly left the room. Stopping in the bathroom to put herself back together from Dex’s wonderful reaction to her sluttiness, she couldn’t help wondering why he wanted to save his load for later.
“Donna,” she told her reflection. She knew that Dex had promised to spend time with her that evening. After that realization, her next thoughts were centered on the best way to steal Dex’s load of cum before Donna got it.
Texting him to come and see what she was doing to John had obviously worked well. Plus, with the folks coming to the party that evening, she’d have all the opportunities in the world to goad Dex into taking matters into his own hands again.
She finished straightening herself up and turned to leave the bathroom. There were a few hours until the party started and she wasn’t about to leave the job of straightening up the house in her boyfriend’s hands. He’d actually done an adequate job, but there was always more that could be done.
She started with Jack’s room, knocking softly and peeking in. He wasn’t there and she had a giggle-inducing idea pop into her head.
Heading back into Dex’s room, she tiptoed over and grabbed his phone from the bedside table and snuck back out. Sneaking downstairs to the living room, she sat down and unlocked his phone.
Opening his text messages, she saw that Dex had invited his brother to the party that evening. Unfortunately, Jack had replied that he had plans with his friends. There was no follow up conversation after that, strangely enough.
“Boys are so weird,” she mused idly and shook her head.