modifier

“I want to fuck you violently,” Donny says in my ear as he rips off his belt and begins to unzip his jeans. I can’t see him; my face is buried in his doggy-scented couch, my ass up in the air, my knees parted, my pussy open as a ripe, burst mango.

Does “violently” modify your want or your fucking? I ask him.

“Both,” he says and laughs. He plunges his cock deeply into me. “Take it,” he says.

We had been planning to take the dogs to the dog run. I was slipping on my boots when he leans down and he seals his mouth to mine. Prising my mouth wider with his hard and searching tongue, he swirls my tongue with his and then sucks my tongue into his mouth with painful force.

I gasp. I am in a slender moment undone, my body limptaut with desire. Donny kisses me and palms my throat with his one hand while another casually mauls my shoulders, my breasts, my belly. He moves his hand to my hair and grabs a handful and uses it to lift me up and off my chair and thrust me to the wall. Cool plaster under my palms, against my cheek; sirocco breath on my neck. Desire shimmers off my body like heat devils off tarmac in the summer.

His hands run over my body, rudely. He palpates my breasts, roughly; he squeezes them, pinching my nipples. His hands act like construction workers making off-color jokes. He manhandles me, kicks my feet apart to spread my legs. One hand  winds into my hair and pulls my head back and to the right and he plants his mouth on my throat, He bites.

The other hand travels a rough road down my belly to my still-clothed pussy. He rubs my cunt through my pants, grinding his hard cock into my ass. Suddenly, his hand tightens around my hair, pulls me off the wall and pushes me before him toward the living room and the couch.

He yanks my clothes off as we go. My pants and panties come off in a pair. Before I am almost aware of it, I am wearing nothing but my bra. His mouth and his hands are buried in my pussy and my ass as I breathe the dusty air of the couch’s upholstery.

This is when he tells me he wants to fuck me. This is when he enters me and tells me to take it. This is when he fucks me violently. He fucks me and asks how I want to come. I don’t, I tell him. He thrusts hard, harder, hardest and as he comes in me, shudders radiate out from his solar plexus through his cock into my pussy. The fucking Doppler effect.

“Let’s go and cuddle,” he says, takes my hand and leads me to his bed. Lying in his bed, lying in his arms, I turn to my back and guide his hand between my buttery spread thighs. His middle finger rubs my clit in hot concentric wet tight circles. His fingers, so casually and nonchalantly cruel before, here and now are knowing and tender. His fingers that had wrenched my head, crushed my larynx in their grip, mauled my breasts, pawed my privates and thrust themselves obscenely into uninviting orifices now gently, knowingly, slipslidingly rubbed my growing glowing clit maddeningly.

Gently, slowly, indisputably, my orgasm swells and breaks and as I come I feel his hands get slipperier, slip more sloppy in my juicy cunt. I have come all over his fingers, leaving them drippy and slick.

We lie, I on my back, he on his side, his hand on my pussy. I hear his breathing slow, feel his body twitch, all the time his hand still slides gently on my wet cunt. His hand stutters and pauses in his slow sliding and I can feel his body growing heavier beside me. His hand stops, cupping my pussy, one finger slid delicately dipped within me. I feel Donny twitch; he is asleep, beside, inside, and next to me.

Comments

[Shay]

I love how you told him that you didn't want to cum - not many of us (women) would do something like that. I really admire you babe. ^_^

[M]

Intersting dichotomy in that seemingly he was the agressor, but it was within your universe, your ultimate, if not momentary, control.

An incredibly erotically charged post.

[Goose]

Mmmm. Very hot one there Chels...

[alwaysarousedgirl]

Those tricky ambiguous modifiers.

Love 'em.

:D

[ravenna]

Oh, those poor dogs never did get their run, did they? Well fuck the dogs, let them scratch the door, piss the carpet, shit on the floor, NOTHING in the world is better than that moment when he wants you more than anything in the world, when he'd kick down the door to get to your cunt, and NO ONE could have written that hotter than you, darling C.G., my fingers are slick and sliding off the keyboard in oh let's just call it warm admiration. And now I have to go see if my master wants to go run the dogs, but we don't have dogs so I'll have to do, I'll be his bitch tonight (and every night) and I'll tell him Chelsea Girl sent me... (Thanks, Professor Hottness, you're the hottest!)

[Adora]

I love your similes. Heat devils off tarmac, indeed.

[Suse]

How incredibly eloquent.

[Heidi Ho]

This is gorgeous. You, CG, are gorgeous.

[Austin]

Fuck me that's brilliant

[a reader]

Well written Chelsea girl...

[Introspectre]

Strange. I believe I am covered in my own sweet goo now.