Removing her hand from his back, Prussia gave his ass another slap and then reached for the riding crop which she’d left on the bed earlier. She thrust herself all the way inside Romano before leaning forward over his back and resting the tip of the crop under his chin, lifting his head to meet her eyes. “Do you want to feel more of this—” and here Prussia struck him on the upper back with the tip of the crop—“or are you going to cooperate?”
Romano shook his head and again attempted (and failed) spit at her, grunting out what could only have been some sort of profanity through the gag. Not that he wanted her to strike him more—not that he didn’t—but he certainly wouldn’t, couldn’t go down without a fight. Soon enough, Romano felt the sting of the crop a second time, this time against his arm at the shoulder. And oh, how he loved-hated it; the pain was pleasurable by now, and yes, he did want more. Romano squirmed and Prussia landed a swat between his shoulderblades, causing another bright-red welt to rise on that already tanned skin.
Crop still in hand, Prussia raised herself back up to full height and grabbed ahold of those hips again, sliding out and then swiftly back into Romano’s body. Romano practically shouted this time, pounding a fist against the mattress at full force. Another thrust, and Romano again attempted to swear. This earned him another firm swat from the crop, this one to side of his ribs; Romano winced.
Though he may still have been stubbornly struggling, there was a part of Romano that was thrashing around in pleasure. Getting fucked by Prussia of all people with that ribbed dildo of all things gave him such intense sensations that he didn’t know what to do with himself; his mind felt blank, and his body simply felt. Not to mention the random stinging strikes of that riding crop against his flesh, those hurt so good and drove him mad. Romano wanted to sink his teeth into the pillow to muffle the noises he was making, as they betrayed his pleasure, but the gag successfully prevented him from doing so, and his moans and whines and pleas came now louder than ever. “Nnghh-hnngh,” he tried to communicate to Prussia how close he felt to orgasm, but again, he could produce only unintelligible sounds.
Even so, Prussia nodded, giving him another smack with the crop for good measure. Romano groaned lowly and more spittle dripped down his face. This served only to turn Prussia on further, and she gave a more emphatic thrust into Romano’s body, then another and another, then gave the side of Romano’s thigh several sharp swats with the tip of the crop, making him squirm even harder.
The sting of those strikes sent jolts of endorphins through Romano’s entire body, causing him to shudder and gasp, eyes rolled back in his head. He made another insistent noise, which was either fuck you or fuck me, Prussia couldn’t tell. She decided upon the latter, tugging his hips back against her body with both hands as she thrust in, making a loud slapping noise as their bodies met and her cock plunged inside him to the hilt. In and out she thrust, again and again, until Romano was reduced to a thrashing, moaning mess, clawing at the bedsheets and shuddering and squirming away and squirming back.
The feeling of that ribbed cock passing through him was getting too intense too fast. Romano’s flailing about was because he could barely stand it, how powerful the sensation was, the waves in which it wracked his body. He simply had to move around to release the all of that built-up feeling somehow. When he felt the crop hit his upper back sharply several times in quick succession, Romano’s vision blanked and he screamed, coming powerfully with a harsh shudder as Prussia continued to fuck him hard. It was one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever experienced, coursing fiercely through him, leaving him to shout and moan and finally trail off to a whimper.
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Fight Me 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)Romano shook his head and again attempted (and failed) spit at her, grunting out what could only have been some sort of profanity through the gag. Not that he wanted her to strike him more—not that he didn’t—but he certainly wouldn’t, couldn’t go down without a fight. Soon enough, Romano felt the sting of the crop a second time, this time against his arm at the shoulder. And oh, how he loved-hated it; the pain was pleasurable by now, and yes, he did want more. Romano squirmed and Prussia landed a swat between his shoulderblades, causing another bright-red welt to rise on that already tanned skin.
Crop still in hand, Prussia raised herself back up to full height and grabbed ahold of those hips again, sliding out and then swiftly back into Romano’s body. Romano practically shouted this time, pounding a fist against the mattress at full force. Another thrust, and Romano again attempted to swear. This earned him another firm swat from the crop, this one to side of his ribs; Romano winced.
Though he may still have been stubbornly struggling, there was a part of Romano that was thrashing around in pleasure. Getting fucked by Prussia of all people with that ribbed dildo of all things gave him such intense sensations that he didn’t know what to do with himself; his mind felt blank, and his body simply felt. Not to mention the random stinging strikes of that riding crop against his flesh, those hurt so good and drove him mad. Romano wanted to sink his teeth into the pillow to muffle the noises he was making, as they betrayed his pleasure, but the gag successfully prevented him from doing so, and his moans and whines and pleas came now louder than ever. “Nnghh-hnngh,” he tried to communicate to Prussia how close he felt to orgasm, but again, he could produce only unintelligible sounds.
Even so, Prussia nodded, giving him another smack with the crop for good measure. Romano groaned lowly and more spittle dripped down his face. This served only to turn Prussia on further, and she gave a more emphatic thrust into Romano’s body, then another and another, then gave the side of Romano’s thigh several sharp swats with the tip of the crop, making him squirm even harder.
The sting of those strikes sent jolts of endorphins through Romano’s entire body, causing him to shudder and gasp, eyes rolled back in his head. He made another insistent noise, which was either fuck you or fuck me, Prussia couldn’t tell. She decided upon the latter, tugging his hips back against her body with both hands as she thrust in, making a loud slapping noise as their bodies met and her cock plunged inside him to the hilt. In and out she thrust, again and again, until Romano was reduced to a thrashing, moaning mess, clawing at the bedsheets and shuddering and squirming away and squirming back.
The feeling of that ribbed cock passing through him was getting too intense too fast. Romano’s flailing about was because he could barely stand it, how powerful the sensation was, the waves in which it wracked his body. He simply had to move around to release the all of that built-up feeling somehow. When he felt the crop hit his upper back sharply several times in quick succession, Romano’s vision blanked and he screamed, coming powerfully with a harsh shudder as Prussia continued to fuck him hard. It was one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever experienced, coursing fiercely through him, leaving him to shout and moan and finally trail off to a whimper.