Be Ready in 20...

Having the day off when Justin had to work was excruciating for you. You had already cleaned up the apartment, watched some shows on TV, scrolled your phone and now you’re sitting after binging on snacks, bored out of your mind. Which lead you to daydream, and that turned into you dressing up in one of your boyfriend's plain white t-shirts, a pair of black stockings, and matching panties.

Feeling cute, you took some sexy selfies. And because you were feeling just a little bit bratty, you sent one to Justin knowing he was in a meeting at work. You were hoping that it would get him just a little bit riled up. You sent the first image of you laying back on the bed and all that could be seen was your face with a smirk.

[You: I’m so bored baby]

[J: Awe, you poor thing. Are you being good?]

You sent the next picture of you on your knees, only showing from the neck down, one arm in front of you pulling down on the hem of his t-shirt making it taut against your body so that your nipples could be seen through the thin shirt.

[You: Hmmm. Maybe. Do I look good?]

[J: Babygirl, you’re making it hard for me to concentrate.]

You sent one last selfie of you laying on your back, your hair framing your head on the pillow, biting your lip, and giving a seductive wink.

[You: Maybe you should punish me later. 😉]

[J: You minx. I’m coming home early. Be ready for me in 20...]

With that last text, you squealed like a little girl, kicking your stocking-clad feet in the air. You loved when he was dominant with you, and being a brat always got you what you wanted. Which at this moment was a good, hard fuck. You laid on the bed for a few more minutes in your happiness at him coming home for you. Then deciding to get up to fix your hair and make yourself a little more presentable for him.

You sat against the headboard on the bed and waited as patiently as you could, but being that you were so turned on, you couldn’t help but touch yourself. You slid your petite hand down your body, into your panties and gasped at the sensation of your middle finger sliding from your entrance to your clit, gathering up your arousal as you went. You were so aroused that you were nearly dripping. You put light pressure against your swollen bud and a soft moan escaped from your lips, your back arching off the bed. You were so entranced with pleasing yourself that you never heard the front door open and shut, or the heavy footfalls through the apartment leading to your bedroom.

You yelp at the sound of your bedroom door being flung open and slammed into the wall. You look over at Justin and his breathing is labored, and a look in his eyes that makes your knees weak even though you’re lying down. You gently remove your hand from where you were playing with yourself, a sheepish grin on your face. You didn’t think it would be possible, but Justin’s round eyes dilate even further with desire and it makes you whimper.

“Oh, babygirl,” he whispers, his voice deep and raspy with lust, “what are you doing?” He asks as he saunters further into the room. Loosening the first few buttons of his black dress shirt with each step that he takes, showing just a hint of his tan, muscular chest. He takes off his suit jacket and tosses it on the floor. You shiver at the pure alpha male aura that he is giving off right now and it only increases your arousal more. You let out a whine and arch your back wanting his large, strong hands all over your body.

“What am I going to do with you?” he muses as he taps his chin with his index finger. His mouth opens in an ‘Ah hah’ moment. Rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. He runs a hand through his hair, tousling the dark locks, and unbuckles his belt. Your eyes have not left him, watching and waiting for what he’s going to do next.

“I think your punishment should be that you don’t get to touch.” He whispers as his voice drops another octave. You whimper again but bring your hands up in front of your body with your wrists together. He smirks and takes his belt, wrapping it around your wrists and tightens it so that you can’t move. He pulls your hands above your head and says, “Keep them here. And if you don’t,” he leans down to your ear, whispering, “I won’t allow you to cum.” You nod and bite your lip as he moves to kiss you hard. You moan into his mouth and he takes the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch of it with his own. You both moan at the roughness of it.

He starts to kiss down your jaw and neck, sucking and biting dark marks into your skin. Your heart starts to race as you squeeze your thighs together as you start to soak through your panties. He climbs on top of you, his muscular thighs on either side of your legs as he straddles you and hikes the shirt you are wearing all the way up to your neck. He grasps each of your breasts in his hands and massages them gently, leaning in and taking one of your pert nipples into his mouth. Rolling his tongue around the bud and sucking lightly as it hardens. You moan and arch your body into his touch. He pulls off and grins at you. “So needy, babygirl.” He says.

You moan again and gasp out, “Please, more.” He smirks again and moves his body down further, leaving kisses and nips along your torso and stomach. When he reaches your hips, he licks along your hipbone, down to the hem of your panties. He takes them in his teeth and pulls them down slowly. You groan, your bottom lip still in-between your teeth as you watch him. He drags them to your knees and then releases them from his mouth. He moves off you to take them all the way off. Once you are free from the clothing, you spread your legs and put your glistening pussy on display for him.

He growls at the sight of you so turned on and wet for him. He palms his bulging erection through his slacks and then pops the button and unzips them. He leaves them on and pulls his dick out through the opening in his boxer briefs. You love when he gets so impatient that he doesn’t even take his clothes off.

He takes two fingers and runs them along your folds from your entrance to your clit and moans. “Mm, you’re so wet babygirl.” He climbs back up in-between your legs, taking his cock in hand and lining it up with your soaking core. He thrusts in hard, not giving you any time to adjust to his girth, and begins fucking you with enthusiasm. You moan out his name as he enters you and leaves you breathless.

“You’re such a brat.” He grunts each word in time with a harsh thrust and you just wail at his words. “I had to leave work and come deal with you, didn’t I?” He continues to fuck you as he speaks, the squelching noises of your pussy around his cock are obscene but only fueling the fire between the two of you. You clench around him and barely above a whisper say that you’re close.

He grins at your statement and begins to piston his thrusts into you even faster. You moan loud at his roughness and he just keeps going, never letting up. His cock is hitting your g-spot just right with every push inside you and the more he keeps on, the louder you get. “Fuck, Justin!” You scream, “I-I’m gonna…” your words trail off as your body tenses and you clench around him.

“Yes baby,” he pants, “Cum all over me.” You tense again as your legs shake, and your orgasm rips through your body with an intensity that overwhelms your senses. Your vision goes white as your eyes roll back into your head and you cum with a scream of Justin’s name on your lips. He fucks you through it, chasing his own high and with a few more sloppy thrusts he pulls out quickly and cums in ropes all over your abdomen. He jerks himself through his climax and moans your name as he comes down from the high. In the end, you're left a whimpering, shaking mess as he goes to find a damp towel. You’re finally coming down as he walks back into the room and gingerly wipes you clean.

He gives feather-light kisses to your lips and takes your wrists out of his belt. You rub the stiffness out of them from being bound and smile up at him. He grins his cute little smile back at you and starts to strip off his clothes, “Ready for round two?”