I stood behind her, a predator savoring the kill. Before giving her what she was begging for, I decided to remind her exactly who was in control of this bedroom. I raised my hand and brought it down hard against her right cheek.
The SMACK echoed through the silent room, leaving a bright red handprint against her mahogany skin. Yolanda let out a sharp, startled cry that quickly dissolved into a needy whimper.
"You think you're ready for this?" I growled, my voice a low vibration. "You think you can handle a real man after years of being neglected?"
I didn't enter her yet. I took my cock—still pulsing and rock-hard—and began to rub the head along the soaking wet slit of her pussy. I dragged it from her clitoris all the way down to her anus and back up again, painting her with her own juices but refusing to go inside.
The teasing was driving her insane; her hips were twitching, trying to find the friction she needed.
