Can't Say No 5 (Patreon)

Dick spun her around and put a resounding slap on her naked ass, sending a jiggle through her buttocks that aptly demonstrated their fleshly abundance. Selina squealed, though she was as accepting of a little rough play as her leather wardrobe indicated.

She heaved a desirous sigh as Dick locked a hand on her shoulder, tight as cuffs, and marched her into the bedroom. Even as he paraded her there like a captive criminal, Selina felt his eyes on her shapely nudity—most especially on the reddened handprint he’d left on her bottom.

“Guess you haven’t forgotten what a bad girl I am,” Selina purred, standing before the bed naked and defenseless, utterly at the mercy of Dick’s seeking gaze.

“You’ll get what you have coming to you,” Dick promised, his dark voice both threatening and arousing, promising the exact kind of dominance Selina couldn’t resist.

She felt a tremor of anticipation, just from him untucking his shirt from his pants, and turned around. Dick was undoing his belt. She stopped him, taking the buckle in her thief’s hands and deftly separating it, then pulling his belt free of the loops in one nimble yank.

Selina was usually a strong-willed woman, but there was no strength in her body when it came to this man. Deep inside, she wanted to be his. Her body tingled all over, yearning for what he could give it. They had shared something impossible last night—now she ached for more of it.

She wanted to feel him inside her cunt. She wanted to feel his lovely prick come inside her. And she wanted to see every inch of his perfect body before it was on top of her, fucking her through that bed that had somehow survived what they’d done on it last night.

Selina watched transfixed as her hands moved automatically, taking away Dick’s shirt and trousers, revealing more and more of the muscles his young body rippled with. His stomach was all ridges of supremely developed abdominals, while his cock stood up more than a little ways along the height of his six-pack. It was like another well-trained muscle, firm and perfectly sculpted, throbbing with the added power of his desire for her.

“You’re a bad boy yourself,” she told him quietly, her voice trembling with the passion she couldn’t yet let out.

“Oh?” Dick asked her mockingly—halfway good-natured amusement at the lust written all over her wide-eyed face. “What’s so bad about little ol’ me?”

Little, HA! Selina thought. Even if Dick wasn’t the mountain of muscle that Bruce was, he certainly wasn’t lacking when it came to her favorite muscle of all.

“What you do to girls,” she answered, licking her lips, running her hands over Dick’s exposed physique. “Making them bad… they have to be bad around a cock like that. And when they’re already bad girls…”

She closed her fingers in Dick’s chest hair, pulling him along as she fell back onto the bed. Dick lay down on top of her, feeling her sex wet and hot against his belly, her mouth lusciously opening to his tonguing kiss.

“You make them absolutely wicked,” she moaned into his mouth, before the kiss struck again and made everything they said a gasp.

Dick’s hands ran up and down Selina’s luscious curves, his touch pulsing with the need to learn more of this woman’s pleasures, her sensitivities—all the things he could do to her supple body.

He’d left her that morning because he hadn’t known what to do with her; only that he couldn’t go back to pretending there was no spark between them, not after the flame it had burst into that night. He had to have her again. He had to solidify this attraction that pulled them together. And Selina needed to know she was his, as much as Dick needed to.

Once might be dismissed as a fluke—he had to fuck her again, fuck even harder than he had their first time together. And after Dick had admitted that urge laid inside him, he’d gone back to the apartment as fast as possible. The thought of letting Selina get away was unimaginable. She had to be his, as she had been that night. What had happened then needed to happen again and again and again.

“Ooooh… Dick,” Selina sighed, feeling his hands caress down her stomach to her groin. She hadn’t realized how right this would feel, lying here naked with a young man half her age.

It’d all seemed so tangled up when he was gone, when she was dressed. Now he was what she needed. He was the exact right amount of firm and the exact right amount of gentle.

Dick’s breath came in weighty huffs as he reached down and brushed his fingertips over Selina’s swollen clit. It was something he couldn’t remember doing yesterday, but now he memorized it. Exactly how he touched Selina, exactly how she responded. He wouldn’t let himself be overwhelmed today. He would figure out exactly how this woman loved being fucked.

“Ahhhh!” Selina cried. Dick’s finger on her swollen little bud was exquisite. She jerked her hips up against his hand, striving to be touched more.

“I should’ve spanked you harder,” he told her. “It’s very bad of you, getting this wet when I’ve hardly done anything to you.”

She felt the moisture escaping her cunt-lips, lubricating her outer gates so that the moment he touched her, his fingers would slide right in. It felt so good to be wet, knowing her pussy would welcome him right inside.

Dick ducked his head down to suckle at her breast while his hand fingered the deep recesses of her sex. It should’ve shocked him how wet she was, but somehow that just made sense at a biological level. Her body didn’t have any qualms about getting what it wanted. It was only her mind that pretended they weren’t compatible.

“Hardly anything! Ohh! Hardly anything!” Selina gasped in disbelief, feeling his finger stroking in and out of her slit. She pumped her hips to meet it, to get more of it into her hungry little recess. She hadn’t believed how good it had felt the other day—now she knew it wasn’t her imagination. Everything Dick did to her was worthy of the most overwrought reaction.

And while one hand explored her cunt, the other grasped a handful of her sumptuous ass, grinding Dick’s touch into the lingering bruise his spank had left.

“OHH GAWWD!” Selina gaped, sure now that she could come if Dick spanked her hard enough, or if he kept fingering her.

Feeling both at once, pleasure and pain, was like she was being split in two. Railroaded to two separate orgasms, either one of which would’ve been too much for her..

With her excitement mounting, Selina’s awareness of Dick’s erection grew. It was hard, gargantuan, prodding against her legs in a constant reminder that her current passion was only the beginning of their lovemaking, not its crescendo.

Selina needed to feel it inside her, but she feared speaking aloud such a desire—nervous that she couldn’t manage to tell Dick while maintaining her seductive allure. She felt like a bitch in heat; she could only hope that Dick would get the message from how her body writhed for him.

“You’re hot as hell, Selina,” Dick groaned around her nipple. “Like you’re about to burst into flame. Is that what you want, Selina? You want me to make you burn?”

Selina faltered in her reply, more self-conscious than ever about voicing her want. Instead she ground her sex harder against his hand. Her cunt was sopping wet. She heard it splish with Dick’s finger rowing inside it. Her whole being centered on that pleasure; her mind flamed with the thought of what his cock would do to that feeling, were it inside her instead of his finger.

“Come on,” Dick goaded her. The only thing he wanted to hear more than Selina’s little pants and sighs were the words of her surrender. “What do you want, Selina? You have to tell me.”

Need, raw and indelicate, overcame Selina’s usual detachment. She spat out the words: “I want to be fucked!”

“Yes you do!” Dick told her excitedly.

She lay her head back, expecting to be skewered at any moment—to feel once more how full a woman could be—but all she got was the sound of the bedsprings creaking as Dick’s weight came off them. She opened her eyes. Dick stood over her, offering his hand.

“What are you doing?” Selina demanded, now doubly anxious. How could she be rebuffed after what he’d made her admit? He couldn’t put a stop to this now—not when she was so hot she could barely stand it, when she’d just let such an obscene plea slip out of her usually tight mouth!

“I’m fucking you,” he told her. “But that bed’s seen enough action for one lifetime. Come on, Selina. Let me show you how I give you what you want.”

Selina had no choice in the matter. She extended her hand. He took it, pulled her to her feet, and too fast for her to think about, he had her at the window. He pressed her against the chilled glass like he was about to handcuff her—a pang of arousal passed through Selina at the very idea.

But Dick simply took up position behind her, sandwiching Selina between her reflection and himself. He rubbed his cockhead against her welcoming cleft. In the ghostly reflection of the glass she’d been made to embraced, Selina saw him looking down excitedly. He had to be looking at his own glans, pressed between the firm round cheeks of her ass.

“Oohh—“ Selina crooned, resting her heated forehead against the glass. Satisfied only insofar as she knew he wouldn’t desert her in her hour of need, she still let herself be swept away by the ache of her arousal.

His knob rubbing against her cunt from behind was deliciously pleasurable. Even the agony of her patience was delightful, like the crest of a roller coaster. She knew at any moment he would be in her and she would be spiraling down into perfect satisfaction.

She wanted Dick so badly, but she knew this torturously slow build-up was half the fun—suspense that would soon twist into pure delight.

“Oh Dick!” she breathed, her exhale fogging the glass against her lips. “It feels so good! So good and it’s not even in me! I love that… first inch of your cock. I’m gonna love every last inch until I’ve got them all in me!”