Page 66 of Rockland

He scans the room, finds what he’s looking for, and leads me to the back of the room. Tugging me through the exit, we duck into a dark closet. He pulls a chain on a bulb and the room floods with light. It’s a storage closet, empty save a shelving unit of paper products. “I remembered this room from my tour the first time I came to the Hamlet.” He tosses me a wicked look and locks the door.

He’s on me. Kissing me. Grabbing me. Squeezing my ass. Tugging on the ends of my hair. I’m kissing him back. Greedy and on fire for him. My tongue dashes in and out of his mouth. My hands find his hair, his coarse beard. My nails scratch down his back.

He’s kissing my neck. I throw my head back with a low moan as he teases and bites the sensitive hollow at the base. His hands slip down the front of my dress. Squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples. They feel hot and swollen to his touch.

My core is throbbing. The wanting, the longing too much. My fingers tangle with his belt buckle. Undoing it, unzipping his pants. As I go to his waist, ready to push away his clothing and release his cock, he grabs my wrists. “Wait.”

“What?” I pant.

He strokes the back of my dress. Plays with the crack of my ass. Pushes the handle of the bullet in just a touch. My knees weaken at the pressure and I’m whimpering, begging him to take it out. He grabs my hips. Props his foot up on the bottom shelf. Bends me over his thigh. Flips up my skirt and strokes my panty-less bottom. His hand comes down in a stinging spank and his hoarse voice demands, “Are you going to be a good girl now?”

“Yes! Yes, sir. Just please… take it out and fuck me senseless!”

He gives a chuckle and swats my bottom. The pleasure from his spank travels down to my pussy. His fingers grab at the bullet and he slowly pulls it from my ass. It makes its leisurely exit and the feeling of it vacating my swollen ass is downright orgasmic.

I want to come. So. Fucking. Bad.

I have no idea what he does with the thing, because he drops my skirts and turns me around. Now he’s kneeling on the floor, buried beneath my skirts and I hear his muffled voice saying, “That cream I put on you has another bonus besides punishing naughty girls.”

My hands go to his shoulders as I manage to mutter, “What is it?”

“It tastes delicious.”

I go to answer but I can’t because his mouth is devouring my poor, aching pussy. My fingers dig into his flesh. My head goes back. My eyes shut and the only noise coming from my mouth is one long scream.

The plugging and gentle spanking and corner time and the touching and the teasing and the massaging of the cream and the words naughty girl, good girl, over my knee all float around my mind while I experience the single most intense orgasm of my life. His hot wet mouth sucks and bites my flesh, his tongue lashing out and whipping my swollen clit. I’m on tiptoe, my knees bent, screaming, “Oh, my God, I can’t take anymore,” and that’s when he starts to lick harder, faster. His hands grab my ass and squeeze my glutes. I’m hot and sweaty and breathing like I’ve run five miles. He sucks and licks my quivering pussy and spanks my ass beneath my skirt. There are bright white lights behind the lids of my closed eyes and the insides of my body just wind tighter and tighter until I think I’ll explode. Then I rise to the pinnacle and for one heavenly moment I experience euphoria before a shudder racks my entire body.

He appears from beneath my dress. Takes me in his arms and kisses me. I taste my wetness on his lips. Then he’s turning me around and pressing me against the wall. My palms open and slap the wall as he jerks up the hem of my skirt. His cock finds the entrance of my pussy. He slides in me and wastes no time. He’s pumping away. He holds my hips, steadying me as I bend over further, my hands sliding down the wall. I’m stretched out on the tips of my toes, bent at the waist, palms sweating against the concrete.

“Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God,” I chant with each delicious thrust of his cock. My pussy is aching and burning, and it tightens around him. There’s no thought in my mind other than how fucking amazing it feels to have him fucking me right now.

Just as I’m about to come again, he twists my hair around his hand, ending in a fist right at the nape of my neck. He fucks me harder, faster, then as I’m coming, the liquid sensation filling my core and spilling out around me, he gives my handful of hair one hard tug.

And I’m gone.

“Rockland! Holy fucking shit! Rockland, oh, my God. Fuck! Me!”

I’m trembling, shaking. He gives another tug and though I would have thought it impossible, he milks another orgasm from me, hot as lightning. I assume he’s come as well and I turn to kiss him, congratulate us on a job well done. Instead of releasing me, he’s still holding my hair. He turns my head sharply.

“Who said I was finished with you?”

His rough words make a rush of juices flow from my pussy. “You don’t mean…”

“Of course I mean… to fuck you up the ass. You think I had that pretty little thing plugged all day and wasn’t planning on using it?” Before I can respond, the head of his wet cock is pressed against my bottom.

“I thought you came… I thought I… felt it.”

“No, sweetheart. That was all you, baby. You came so hard you made my dick extra slippery. Your body creating the perfect lubricant for me to do this⁠—”

I gasp in shock as his huge cock goes right into my ass. In one thrust. The first time he had ever gone here, it was slow, fighting to gain every inch. Now my bottom, having been prepared for him, accepts him freely.

He releases my hair to grab my hips. I lean my head down, resting my damp forehead on my arm, my hands still pressed into the wall. There’s a new building of pressure within me. Different than before. A deeper longing, an emotional welling. Pleasure mixed with shame and… something else I can’t quite put my finger on.

He rubs my back, smooths my hair. Moves back and forth inside of me slowly. “You okay?”

I nod. “I am. It feels good, I just… it’s so… emotional. I don’t understand.”

He tucks my hair behind my ear. Strokes my cheek softly as he continues to thrust behind me. “Is what you’re feeling your body, your mind finally giving me your full submission?”