Excerpt from The Lesson
He stood outside the bedroom, staring at her beautiful body illuminated by the moonlight. She was lying on her stomach, her long, black hair cascading over her back, her flimsy panties almost transparent. He was on her in a heartbeat, one hand covering her mouth, one hand holding her wrist, and his cock pressing into the soft flesh of her butt. She tried to scream, but his hand muffled her shouts. “Don’t make a peep,” he growled. “Not a fucking peep. Do you understand?”
The woman frantically nodded.
“Good,” he snarled. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this. You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about you face down with me in your cunt. Let me feel that cunt.” He slid a hand down inside her panties and let it linger on the soft flesh of her ass. “You’ve got a great ass, do you know that?”
The woman shook her head from side to side.
“Sure you do,” he laughed. “You know it and that’s why you shake it. And your pussy, I bet it tastes like candy. Does your husband appreciate how sweet it is?”
She hesitated, then shook her head up and down.
“Of course he does,” the man snarled. “Now, let’s get rid of these.” He lifted his body off the woman a bit and, with his free hand, ripped the panties off her hips. When she tried to cry out, he increased the pressure on her mouth. “Don’t,” he whispered. “Don’t fight me. Do you understand?”
The woman nodded.
He felt the hand over her mouth getting wet as her tears fell onto it. Her tears excited him and fueled his lust. He slid his hand in between her cheeks and probed her tight hole.
She squirmed and choked back a squeal.
He lowered his body onto hers, his cock resting in the crack of her ass. The heat from her body invaded his body, sending him to a new level of excitement. “Whenever I saw you,” he hissed, “all I could think of was fucking you—you, parading around in your tight jeans and your flimsy little shirts, not wearing a bra, your hard nipples so fucking visible. Do you know how often I just wanted to rip off those shirts and suck on your tits? Those jeans made it clear how perfect your ass is and, I gotta tell you, the more I watched you, the more I wanted to butt-fuck you. Now, I’m gonna ask you something and you have a choice of two answers—yes and yes. Do you like getting fucked in the ass?”
Trembling, she nodded in agreement.
The man reached down between her legs and pushed his fingers into her pussy. “Yeah, I thought so. You’re so fucking wet. I watched you, you know. Earlier tonight, I watched you play with yourself. I heard you come. I heard your moans. Were you thinking of your husband?”
She buried her face in her pillow and nodded again.
His fingers slick with her secretions, he slid his hand up between her legs, lingering at her anus. “So tight—your asshole is so tight. Can you imagine my cock in it? Can you imagine my cock opening you up and pounding you inside your ass?”
She shook her head rapidly from side to side.
“Bitch!” he snarled. “I told you—your choices are yes and yes! Now, can you imagine my cock in your ass?”
Shaking, she nodded her head up and down.
“Now you’re learning,” he laughed.