Women In Control by JT Holland Page B

the hard kitchen tiles.
    “ Well?” she said, her head
turned to look back at him. “What are you waiting for? Time to
return the favor.”
    Smiling, Scott sat on the floor, grabbed one
of Whitney’s ass cheeks in each hand, spread them apart, and buried
his face in between them.
    “ That’s right,” she said,
pushing back against him and wiggling her ass. “Get in there. Bury
your face in my pussy.”
    Scott went to work on Whitney’s pussy,
lapping at it like a cat drinking milk, running his tongue up and
down her snatch, sucking on her pussy lips, sticking his rigid
tongue inside her. She started to ride his tongue, lightly at first
but then picking up more speed, her moans growing louder with every
bounce.
    Reaching back, Whitney grabbed a handful of
Scott’s hair and pulled his face deeper into her, practically
smothering him, forcing him to breath her into his lungs. He did so
with pleasure, relishing in the helplessness, getting lost with
desire as her wet, musky sweetness intoxicated him further.
    Then she was pulling his hair, lifting him
up from the ground.
    “ I need you inside me,” she
said, looking back at Scott while she rubbed her ass against his
rock-hard cock. “I need you to stick that fucking cock inside me
and fuck me like I deserve to be fucked.”
    Wasting no time, Scott did as he was told,
his cock sliding into Whitney’s soaking wet pussy with no
resistance whatsoever. The moment he got it inside she slammed her
ass back into him, causing him to lose his balance and nearly
knocking him off his feet.
    “ So that’s how it’s gonna
be, huh?” he said, grabbing her around the hips and leaning forward
to better balance himself against her thrusts.
    “ You’re damn right,”
Whitney said, pushing against the counter with her hands to provide
more leverage. “Now shut up and fuck me like you mean
it.”
    She slammed back into Scott again, but this
time he was prepared for it, and drove his cock into her at the
same time.
    “ There you go,” she said,
slamming back into him again. “There’s some hope for you after
all.”
    Laughing softly, not used to having his
sexual prowess questioned and not really liking it, Scott decided
to take more control of the situation. If Whitney wanted it hard,
he’d give her all she could handle.
    He grabbed the back of her shoulders,
pulling her back towards him with every thrust. It took them a few
pumps to get their timing down, but pretty soon their bodies were
pounding together in a mass of frenzied flesh, Whitney’s upper half
bent over the counter, her ass slamming repeatedly back against
Scott’s hips, her hair flying everywhere, Scott’s cock going in and
out of her pussy in long, aggressive strokes. Grunts of exertion
came from both their mouths, filling the empty apartment with the
sounds of raw, animalistic sex.
    “ Fuck yeah,” Whitney said.
“That’s what I need. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like the dirty little
slut I am. Slam that cock into my pussy. Punish me. Make me
pay!”
    She threw her right leg up on the counter,
opening herself up even more to him. And Scott took advantage,
shifting his body to give her every inch of his cock. His left hand
drifted up and grabbed ahold of her hair and yanked her head back,
eliciting a sharp yelp from her throat as she arched her back to
alleviate the pressure.
    “ You like that?” Scott
said, the effects of the alcohol combining with the oblivion of sex
to completely obliterate his inhibitions. “You like it when I pull
your hair?”
    “ I love it,” Whitney
moaned, her voice a guttural growl.
    Scott spanked her ass. “What about that?” he
asked, still fucking her like a madman all the while. “You like
that too?”
    “ Yes.”
    He spanked it again, harder this time.
“What? I can’t hear you.”
    “ Yes!” she
screamed.
    He spanked her ass again,
even harder this time. It sounded like a gunshot in the small
kitchen. Slap!
    “ Louder,” he
said.
    “ YES!”
    Slap!
    “