After some time, Dion finally pulled away from me, slipping out of my mouth.  I looked down feeling my tears running down over my face, not wanting Dion to see me cry again.  Thinking about how good it was last night with the brunette.

“Take off your clothes.”  He demanded softly with lust in his eyes.  I did as I was told and watched him as he took off the remainder of his. 

Without a word or warning and before I could finish removing my panties, Dion roughly turned me around and walked me over to the side of the bed, bending me over.  He placed one hand between my legs and pulled down my panties dropping them to the floor.  I was now completely naked in front of him, something I’m use to whenever we’re alone.  Hell sometimes he fucks me when we’re not alone.  Yeah, what a guy, right?

I felt his eyes looking down at my bare form. “Fuck what a sweet little ass you have Spencer.  I can’t wait to feel your center squeeze by dick as you cum.  You only cum for me bitch, my dick, my tongue.”   He moaned as he placed his hand on the inside of my upper leg pushing it outwards so that my legs were now spread a little wider.  He then roughly shoved his manhood inside me and it hurt like hell because I wasn’t wet.

He started thrusting hard into me, causing me to grip the bedspread in front of me and let out a moan as he reached one of his hands around my waist to play with my clit.  Skye told me when we first met that Dion was a good fuck and took pride in the fact that he could make any woman cum at will.  She was right, Dion is a good fuck.  It’s the least he can do given how he likes to treat women.

“Oh God, Dion don’t stop,” I moan, gripping the bedspread harder, “you feel so good, fuck me harder baby.”  Yeah, I’m an good actress when it comes to fucking.

I can tell he’s about to cum by the way he’s moaning and gripping my waist as he plunges deeper and deeper into my center just the way I like it.