He walked in the bedroom just as I finished fastening the garter belt clips to my stocking. His eyes gleamed as they ran over my body. Bra, garter belt, sheer black stockings, but no panties yet.
There was no time for that look in his eyes. We had dinner reservations with his brother, and I had just enough time to finish getting ready. I shook my head at him and walked across the bedroom to the chaise lounge where my black lace panties and dress were laid out.
He caught me around the waist and pulled me into his body. I could feel his already hard cock twitching against my bare ass, and couldn’t stop myself from giving a little wiggle before trying to pull away.
“No,” he whispered in my ear as his hands shoved my bra up and out of his way. His fingers pinched my nipples sharply, the pain turning into pleasure at it raced to my clit. I bit my lip on the moan that rose up.
He used one foot to move my feet apart and his right hand left my breast to move between my thighs. He wasn’t trying to give me any pleasure however. He was just checking to see if I was wet enough to fuck. A pleased grunt in my ear, then he walked me over to the chaise lounge and bent me over it.
He spent a moment just looking at me. He had told me on more than one occasion how much he loved the sight of my bare ass framed by the garter straps. Then I heard his zipper going down, the rustle of cloth, and he was behind me, the head of his cock tracing my lips before he plunged inside.
We both groaned as my pussy engulfed his cock. There was no pausing to enjoy the moment. One hand on my hip, the other on my shoulder pulling me tight to him, and he was fucking me hard and fast. I braced myself as best as I could while the arm of the chaise dug into my stomach.
The sound of his body slamming into mine filled the room. My whimpers mixed with his guttural moans as he fucked faster, getting ready to cum. I briefly wondered if the fingers on my shoulder were going to leave bruises before I felt him pulse inside me as he came.
He enjoyed his pleasure, leaning down to kiss my spine as he whispered what a good girl I was. Then he pulled himself from my body and helped me stand up. My legs were shaking, both from the force of the sex as well as my own need to cum. He laughed as he saw the look on my face. He leaned in to kiss me softly. “We don’t have time for you to enjoy yourself my girl. Now finish getting dressed. No cleaning up, and no panties. I want your thighs and the tops of those sexy stocking soaked with my cum. I want to look at you and know how lucky I am to have such a sweet little whore for my very own.”
He walked out of the room, leaving me there with my mouth open. Then, because I was his good girl, I turned and slipped my dress over my head, checked my makeup, and hurried downstairs to meet him. We couldn’t be late for dinner.