Spank Me Please

Aggression. Simply put, during sex some people get completely captivated. Animalistic instincts take over and alas it is no longer sex, but pure FUCKING. The Artist is one of those people.

My mobile vibrated in my hand as I paced in front of an unknown address in the East Village. He was late and I was becoming more curious as to exactly where he was taking me. His BMW turned the corner as I read the text he had sent. The sound of the engine in the M series is so sexual; thus the perfect car for The Artist to drive. He kissed my soft lips, sliding his hand around my waist and leading me towards the massive steel door. Still confused as to where we were going I followed. 

It was the most incredible downtown loft I had ever seen. Apparently the Artist had some very good real estate tucked in all the right corners of this fair city. He grabbed my ass and lifted me onto the granite countertop of the island. The stone was cold sending shivers throughout my body. My nipples hardened and ached to be touched.

He was more aggressive than before and I loved it. His hands pulled me close; he grabbed me by the throat squeezing tight. It felt amazing; he felt amazing. I tried to go-down on him, but he refused. He unzipped his pants; he was so full, so thick and hard like a rock. I desperately wanted to taste him. He began to tease me, moving his head along the lines of my panties. With out warning he pushed my panties to the side and thrust himself deep inside of me.

I gasped as he sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. Grabbing my hips he fucked me slow and deep. His breath was heavy and loud, his teeth sunk into my shoulder and neck. He lifted me off the counter, still deep inside me and worked me, lifting me by my ass.

The Artist was so intense. It was as if a whole other side of him had been exposed, the sexual deviant released. He bent me over the counter and spread my legs. I was still in my heels and my skirt was pushed up around my waist. Using his teeth he pulled my sheer Kiki thong to the ground, then pushed himself inside me. I was so incredibly moist and when he spanked my ass I could feel myself getting more wet. The harder he spanked, the more wet I became. 

The way he dominated me was so incredibly hot. I felt like his little toy and I loved it. He came hard. Before he could take a breath I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. I needed him to finish what he had started; I don't take no for an answer.