She bucked against my hand a couple of times, then tensed up, her pussy squeezing the blood from my fingers. She reached out and grabbed my arm with both of her hands and held it in place, deep inside of her.
“Don’t move,” she said desperately, still short of air. “Don’t you dare fucking move.”
I almost pulled my fingers out of her to pay her back for what she’d done earlier that day (if she’d been telling me the truth, of course) but ultimately decided that would be taking things too far.
Her body seemed to freeze in place for just a moment, then released just as quickly. A torrent of juices came pouring out of her pussy, drenching my hand and wrist. She moaned and cursed under her breath as her entire body quivered and shook.
“Holyfuckingshit,” Jamie said, turning it into one long word. She released my arm and tried to refill her body with air.
“I take it you liked that?” I said.
Eyes wide, she nodded vigorously.
Smiling, I pulled my fingers out of Jamie’s pussy. They were shining with her juices, glistening in the light. I admired them for a moment then said, “Open your mouth. I want you to taste yourself.”
She did so without comment. Smiling, in fact.
I slipped all three fingers into Jamie’s mouth and she licked them clean, staring right at me the entire time. After I’d pulled them back out I told her to grab ahold of her ankles once again.
“Whatever you say,” she replied.
I tilted my head slightly. “Not even a cursory protest?” I asked.
“After making me cum that hard? You can do whatever you want to me and I won’t complain,” Jamie said.
“That’s all it takes?” I said. “One little orgasm and you’re putty in my hands?”
“It wasn’t little by any means,” she said. “But yeah, basically that’s all it takes. You do me right and I’ll do you right.”
“But what if I want you to still be a punk?”
“Then I will,” she said. “But earlier you said you wanted tonight to be real, not some game, right?”
I reluctantly nodded. She had me there.
“Well, this is real,” Jamie said.
“Fair enough,” I said, deflated a little bit.
“What’s the matter?” she said.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I was just enjoying treating you like shit earlier.”
“Who says you can’t still?”
“I could,” I said. “But it wouldn’t be the same.”
“Of course it would,” Jamie said. “The only difference would be that I’d be telling you how much I like getting smacked around instead of pretending like I don’t.”
“So you actually do like it?”
“I fucking love it,” Jamie said. She grabbed her heels and spread her legs wide, holding them tight. “This is how you wanted me, right?”
I nodded and slipped my cock into her. It felt great, especially after so much foreplay leading up to this moment, but I simply wasn’t as into it as I was earlier. Despite Jamie’s insistence that she still wanted it rough, I was having trouble getting back into the mood. The momentum had been quelled.
Jamie sensed my reluctance and took matters into her own hands. Literally. She released her hold on her heels and brought her arms back towards her chest.
While I continued sliding my cock in and out of her, Jamie grabbed one of her tits in each hand and started to play with them. At first she groped and fondled them, but it wasn’t long before she was attacking her nipples, squeezing and rubbing them between her fingertips until they were hard, and then going after them even more aggressively.
I watched, transfixed, as she started to smack her own tits, slapping them hard enough to make herself flinch. I was definitely starting to get back into the mood.
“You like that, don’t you?” Jamie said, her eyes locked on mine. “You like watching me smack myself around.”
I nodded.
“Come on,” she said. “Give it a try.”
I reached out and gave one of her tits a half-hearted smack.
“You can do better than that,” she said, her voice laced with disappointment.
I slapped her tit again, putting a little more force into it.
“Don’t hold back,” she said. “Smack me like you mean it.”
So I slapped her tit again, even harder this time.
“Harder,” she said.
I did.
“Harder!” she said, slapping her other tit as she spoke, putting my smack to shame.
I slapped her again, making her flinch.
“That’s it,” she said, biting down on her bottom lip. “Just like that.”
I smacked her tit again. And again. And again. I was starting to get back into the groove, moving faster against her, giving her more and more of my cock.
“Is this what you want?” I said, my tone harsh. “Me smacking you around while I fuck the shit out of you?”
She nodded. “That’s exactly what I want,” she said, her entire body red from exertion.
I took a break from slapping her to slide my hands under her hips and lift her backside up, giving me more leverage. She hooked her arms around her legs without being told, holding herself in position while I hammered away at her, my body slamming into hers with all my weight.
My free hand went up to her throat and started choking her while my other continued smacking away at her tits, both of which had turned bright red under the assault.
“What about this?” I said. “Do you want this too? Me choking you while I pummel you?”
She nodded, her eyes wide, her groans muffled from the lack of air.
I released her throat and grabbed the underside of her thighs and pressed them down onto the bed, opening her up even more, allowing me to blast her even harder. I gave her my full weight with every thrust, making her squirm underneath me as I slammed my cock into her with a previous untapped aggression.
For some reason I was more pissed off by her acquiescence than her earlier reluctance. Or maybe I was just mad that she’d manipulated the situation to her advantage once again. Not that it mattered what my reasons were. The only thing that mattered is that I was giving her what she wanted and getting what I wanted in return. And I was certainly getting what I wanted.
Looking down at Jamie’s tanned, tight, tiny little body and perky tits while I hammered away at her made me realize just how lucky I was. I was fucking a ridiculously hot 18-year old freak in ways that I’d only ever dreamed about. What the hell did I have to be mad about?
For some reason, viewing things with this new perspective brought me right to the edge of orgasm. Where just a few moments ago I wasn’t really anywhere near cumming, now I was just a couple seconds away from it. And there was nothing I could do about it but warn Jamie.
“Cum inside me,” she said, once I’d let me intentions known. “I want your cum inside my pussy.”
So I did, squirting my seed inside her less than five seconds later. Once the initial bursts were done, I slowly moved against her, draining my cock of the last of its seed. Even once I was completely finished I stayed inside Jamie, catching my breath, afraid that I moved too quickly I’d fall down.
Eventually I pulled my cock out of her pussy and flopped down onto the bed next to her.
“Sorry that was so abrupt,” I said after a couple moments of silence punctuated only by heavy breathing from the both of us.
“It didn’t seem that abrupt to me,” she said. “Besides, after that much quality foreplay it doesn’t really matter how long you’re inside me before you pop. I had my share of the fun long ago. Everything at the end was just a bonus.”
I laughed under my breath. “I’ve never really thought of it like that,” I said.
“I have to admit, I’m pretty impressed,” Jamie said. “You really stepped up today. Of course, you didn’t quite go as far as I would have liked—”