Chapter 6

Iknew he was taking pictures of me with my phone. Hell, he could have been using his own phone and kept the pictures to jerk off to, and I wouldn't have cared.

It would have turned me on more.

My heart was beating fast and hard, and my hands were shaky as I gripped the back of the leather chair.

"You're so fucking perfect."

He smacked my ass again, and beads of sweat lined the area between my breasts and the length of my spine.

"Perfect fucking pussy, baby doll." His fingers were big and slightly calloused as he ran them between my legs, pressing the thong into my slit, pulling a gasp from me at how sensitive I was. "Look at me," he ordered softly, and I peeked over my shoulder again. "You're mine tonight, Pyper." He pulled my thong aside and touched my bare pussy. "Aren't you?"

He smoothed a finger over the outline of my lips, then rubbed his thumb along the bottom swell and gently pulled it down.

He let the flesh go, and I couldn't stop the needy sound in the back of my throat.

"I can't stop thinking about all the things I want to fucking do to you." He slid his thumb into my mouth, forcing me to take it, making me want it like I was starved.

I sucked on the digit, moaning as I lifted my hips even more, silently begging him to just give me his cock already. I moved my tongue along his skin, and when he pressed against me, I felt his cock jerk.

"Fuck me, Anthony." I still looked at him over my shoulder and watched as he crouched, grabbed the thin material right between my ass cheeks, and ripped the thong away.

"Anthony—"

It was the sound right before he spit on my slit that had me gasping and cursing.

"So pink," he groaned as he gripped each side of my pussy and pulled my lips apart, showcasing my cunt. "Fuck. You have a show cunt, baby doll. Like best in fucking class." He spit on my pussy again and smoothed the saliva around before teasing the edge of his thumb against my hole. "Gonna stretch this little snatch out until you can't sit comfortably tomorrow." He spanked me between my legs, and I whimpered. "Gonna tear you up in the best fucking way, Pyper."

"Yeah?" I taunted. "Then get on with it and fuck me."

He grinned like a shark, slowly rose, and unzipped his pants. With his hidden gaze locked on mine, he reached into the fly and pulled out his cock.

I wasn't a prude, but goddamn, that man was hung like a horse, with a massive cock that had a huge vein that ran along the underside, and balls that looked like huge twin weights.

I started rolling my hips, aching and wanting to be filled by Anthony. And he filled me up right then, all right. With his fingers. Three to be exact, and God, they were thick and big and hurt so good.

He pumped them in and out, and I bit my lip hard enough I knew it'd be bruised. I could have gotten off, but he pulled them out far too soon. Anthony reached around and used an almost painful grip between my throat and chin to pull me back, until I was standing up, the top of my head pressed to his chest, and then shoved the fingers that had been lodged in my cunt right past my lips. He made me taste myself, pushing them along my tongue to the very back and then pulling them almost free.

"That's it, sweetheart. Suck them clean."

I ran my tongue around his fingers, moaning softly.

"You taste good, baby?" He lifted his hand and showed me the glossy fingers. And then Anthony brought them to his mouth and sucked on them, groaning. He hummed, "Oh yeah, baby doll. You taste fucking incredible."

With his hand still gripping my jaw, he ordered me to open further. And when I did, Anthony leaned over me, so tall he merely had to look down, and… spit in my mouth.

My eyes felt huge, my heart raced, and I looked him right in the eye, which I could slightly see this close up, and demanded without saying a word that he fuck me.

Anthony gripped himself and stroked that massive cock between us, then kicked my feet even wider apart before he bent me over once again.

"Don't move," he ordered. "Even if it fucking hurts, sweetheart."

Only a second passed before I felt a breeze followed by the hard, stinging slap of his hand on my bare ass cheek.

"Oh God," I gasped at the pain, but soon, heat and pleasure followed, and that's when he spanked me again. He gave me two more hard slaps, closer to my pussy with each hit.

Anthony had his hands on my waist, pressing his fingers in tightly, until I squeezed my eyes shut, the pain feeling so damn good.

He pulled me back, so my ass pressed right against his stiff cock. God, he was huge. So thick and long that all I could think about was how good he'd feel shoved deep in my little pussy.

He rolled his hips and ground himself harder against me. "Fuck, baby doll." He dry-humped me and growled, "That feels so fucking good."

Anthony ran his hands over the mounds of my ass, then trailed his fingers up my spine. The material of my dress stopped him from touching my bare skin, but I didn't want to take the time to get fully undressed.

"I want you to fuck me right here and now with my dress to my waist and people right around the corner."

I didn't realize I said the words until they spilled from my mouth.

"Your ass was made for me, Pyper. You were made for all of me… my hands, my mouth, and, most importantly… my big cock." His words had heat filling me and blood rushing throughout my entire body. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, your little pussy will be so raw and used, you'll feel it tomorrow when you sit down. You'll feel that soreness. That tenderness from having my huge dick inside you." He had his mouth right by my ear and hissed, "You won't ever forget about me, baby."

And then he gripped my nape, pushed me forward until my mouth was pressed to the leather of the chair, and grabbed my ass. He tilted my hips, so the flesh jiggled and my butt was popped out. The sound he made was a mixture of animal and man losing what little control he had left.

Anthony parted my ass cheeks and slid his fingers between my thighs. A moan left me at the sensation of his thick fingers sliding through my soaked flesh.

"Yeah, you're nice and primed for me. All ready for my cock, Pyper."

When he removed his hand, he replaced it with the thick, bulbous head of his cock. I had to curl my hands around the back of the chair and grip onto.

"Hold on, baby doll. I'm about to fuck you raw."

In one swift move, Anthony buried all of that cock into me. I gasped and felt my eyes widened from the intrusion and penetration. I was stretched so taut the pain was immense.

I hadn't had sex in so long, and Anthony was too big. Too thick. Having him inside of me hurt, but it felt so good.

When he slowly pulled out and pushed back in a second later, the discomfort ended up morphing into something fierce. Something even crazier than the desire moving through me.

"This is as slow as I can go, Pyper baby."

I looked over my shoulder at Anthony. He looked like a god as he fucked me. Even through his suit, I could see how muscular and strong he was, how masculine and powerful. I felt it in every thrust, every inch he forced me to take.

He pulled out so just the tip was lodged in my pussy, then shoved back deep inside me so hard and so fast I felt the air viciously leave me. My inner muscles clenched rhythmically, like my body wanted this man as deep as he could get.

The minutes ticked by, and Anthony increased his speed and the power with which he fucked me.

"Goddamn, sweet girl. You feel so good," he groaned.

All I could do was hold on as he claimed me like a man possessed, like he'd been waiting for me his entire life, and now that I was here… he was getting his fill.

Anthony smoothed his hands down my outer thighs, then back up to grab hold of my ass and give the mounds a hard squeeze.

"Most gorgeous ass I've ever fucking seen," he whispered as if he only wanted himself to hear.

He was like a madman, fucking me with abandon, making these grunts and growls that reminded me of a wild animal.

All I could do was hold on and let this powerful man fuck me like we weren't on step away from being out in the open and putting on a show.

Experiencing exhibitionism.

"You like knowing they're right there, while you're bent over this chair, my big cock between your thighs, my fingers digging into you." It wasn't a question. It was a possessive, alpha-male statement. And I wondered how he could tell that was on my mind.

He slammed inside me, and I gasped, my entire body now pushed up on the leather, my ass popped up as he plowed into me.

He groaned. "Your cunt is so fucking tight and wet. You were made for me."

I didn't want this to end, but I couldn't control myself. Couldn't even try to stop myself from getting off. "I'm going to come." The words were high-pitched as they spilled from me. The sound of his cock tunneling into my soaked pussy was loud, erotic, and so obscene that it pushed me right to the edge. And as he pulled back, and I heard him spit on where his cock was one with my pussy, I came right there for him.

Tossing my head back, closing my eyes, and feeling the sting of his teeth now latched at the side of my neck, my pussy clamp down on him hard.

"God, fuck yeah," he grunted out against my throat, pulled back, and started slamming his dick into me then.

"I'm gonna fill you up. I'm going to shoot a massive load so deep in your pussy that when I pull out, my cum will leak out of your cunt for days."

I felt his sweat drip on my nape and moaned as his tongue lapped at the bite mark he'd just given me.

"Christ. I want this to last, but I can only edge for so long, baby doll. I have to come."

My pussy sucked at his cock, and the pleasure left aftershocks traveling through me.

I knew right in that moment I wasn't ready for this to be over with.