I’m not sure if I want to go into such graphic detail for the sex. But I feel like it is an important facet. The main character, Vee. Is an addict. She literally gets addicted to everything, including sex. So I would love some feedback on this whether its too much, or enough. Thanks, hope you enjoy!
She had put on the fishnets, even though they were covered in runs from her nails. She had hoped Greg would notice her outfit. In the fishnets and black short-skirt her thighs gaped apart and her knees looked knobby, but she thought she looked sexy.
Greg moved his hand higher up her thigh without ever once looking at her. She widened her legs for him, offering easy access to herself. He gripped her thigh again, this time closer to her sex. Opening his palm, and running his hands up and down the fishnets. She watched him with her mouth open and breathing raggedly. The teasing sensation almost enough to turn her on completely.
Finally he looked at her, and brought his hand higher and higher, up into her skirt. She laid her head back against the couch and opened herself up completely.
He bowed down in front of her, and removed her dark blue thong. There were tiny holes in its cover, and she felt a soft kiss on her sex. She shuddered again, and he slapped her face.
“Don’t move a muscle, babe,” his voice was rough and thick. His southern twang almost long-gone from living in California too long. Vee concentrated on not making a sound or moving. He hated to be interrupted in anything he did. Even if it was something he was doing to her.
He stayed right on the tip of her clit. Just slowly lapping at it, getting it swollen and wet. He dipped one finger in, just to see how wet she actually was. If she wasn’t wet enough, she would get slapped again. She held her breath.
“Mmmm, good babe.” He stuck three fingers in viciously. And forced her to a fast climax. Satisfied with himself.
She sighed, and he tore off his jeans, forced his dick into her mouth, and she sucked greedily at it. She licked and sucked at it just the way he liked. If she did it wrong, he would correct her by yanking her hair until she did it right. She kept sucking and sucking.
Using her hands to grab the entire shaft, she focused on his tip. Licking the small beads of pre-cum that had gathered. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her head back, and kissed her. She shivered. Tasting his dick, and the taste of herself on her lips. He turned her over and violently shoved his fingers in again, she tensed up and tried to relax.
“You’re not wet anymore.” His voice was mocking, like a school teacher. He grabbed his tee-shirt, and gagged her with it.
He pulled her across his lap and lovingly rubbed his hand across her ass. Then out of nowhere, he smacked his entire palm across her butt-cheek.
Her body surged with pain, the tingle crossing over to her clit and she sighed. MORE, she though, MORE.
He rubbed the spot again, and then delivered another stinging smack. She felt her body get warmer from the inside. This heat that traveled from her stinging ass, around to her engorged clit up to her stomach and head. She screamed through the gag.