EroticReverie

Tate

"you are such a little pain in the ass. Come here." he says, getting up a bit, reaching over, grabbing the side of my chair, dragging me right around the table and beside him. 

"You little fucking bitch" he mutters, grabbing the back of my neck and making me look at him. 

"back at ya." I say and he grins and leans forward and I lean back, avoiding the kiss he's trying to take from me. 

He laughs, shaking his head and gives a little growl. 

"Is that the game we're playing tonight Tate?" he asks. 

"you're gonna pretend to be a pissed off moody little cunt?" he asks and I narrow my eyes. 

"Who says I'm pretending?" I ask, doing my best to keep my poker face on as I reach over , bringing my plate in front of me. 

"Alright then." he says with a shrug. 

"Remember that when you want my dick later. Cause im gonna tell you to go fuck a table corner." he says and I fight another smirk. 

"no you wont." I argue.

He takes a long sip of his wine and sets it down , leaning back in his seat. 

"You think your pussy is THAT good , that I can't say no?" he asks and my brows pinch. 

"I KNOW it is." I say, finding myself ACTUALLY getting mad. 

"YOU know it is." I say. 

He gives a little chuckle. "Right baby. You're the best." he says lacing it with sarcasm. 

"Kash!" I yell at him and he looks at me. 

"Hmm?" he hums cocking his head. "something wrong? Did you think your pussy was gods gift to this earth?" 

My nostrils flare, because I was 99% sure he was just being a dick because I was playing a brat. 

"fuck you." I say and look away from him and push up out of my chair. 

He gives a little laugh. 

"something I said baby?" he taunts me. 

"You are such a dick" I mutter and he stands and grabs my arm. 

"Let go of me" I snap and tug at my arm, but I yelp when he grips my neck from the back and turns me, pushing me against the table, so the corner is wedged between my thighs. 

"You're such a sexy, dumb little bitch" he growls in my ear and I whimper. 

"you KNOW I worship that cunt" he growls. 

"you wanna play games, can dish it , but cant take it Tate." he says and nips my shoulder , biting hard and growling and I wince and hiss as he grinds against my ass, pushing me against the table. 

"Show me just how good that table orgasm is Tate" he whispers. 

"Go on baby, fuck your little heart out." he says, urging me. 

"Cause im not touching that fucking pussy tonight....Im not kissing you....our touching your body....and you're not sleeping in my fucking bed tonight" he growls and I whimper. 

"Kash" I whine. 

"No....i fucking mean it...you're being punished." he says and I feel my core ache. 

"Im not sleeping in that bedroom" I tell him of the bedroom he'd given to me when I arrived but had not been using. 

"Yes you will" he says.

"Kash" I whine. 

"Im serious Tate...tonight you're on your own...and that dripping little cunt between your legs is mine...and im telling you right now....this is all you're gonna get....im allowing you to rub that pussy of mine on the table, and fuck it like a little slut for me, and show me what a horny little bitch you are....because this is all you'll get tonight, and this is your only chance...so if you want to cum Tate...i suggest you rub your little cunt all over that fucking edge and have that orgasm that's so much better than the ones I can give." he says.

"Kash" I moan. "Please" 

"too late...games over Tate...and this is your fucking prize baby...you get to hump a fucking table like a horny, desperate little bitch, or nothing at all ...you pick baby...do you want to cum or not?" he growls in my ear. 

"yes" I whimper. 

"then i suggest you get to it....im not standing here all night.....show me Tate....show me how much more you love fucking a god damn table than you do my fucking fingers and cock" he says , the grin so fucking evident in his tone. 

"I hate you." I whimper. 

"Yeah, i hate you too Tate" he says and kisses my neck. 

"I hate you so fucking much baby" he says and then his hands grab my hips and push them against the table and my pussy is pressed to the corner and I gasp, biting my lip I immediately seek the friction, rocking my hips, grinding it. 

"Mmmmmm, that's it Tate" he taunts. 

"fuck it like a desperate little whore" he whispers. 

"your gonna cum and then lick that fucking corner clean" he says, one hand grabbing a fist full of my hair now, the other on my hip as his his hips push against me, making me fuck the edge of the table and I moan. 

He yanks my hair back. 

"You like fucking tables Tatum? That feel fucking good?" he growls and thrusts against me harder, making the edge of the table pound against me and I gasp, wincing, my legs shaking.

"grind that fucking cunt on it" he growls, pulling my hair back and looking down at me as he yanks my head back fully and I whimper as I buck my hips. 

He grins down at me. 

"I should make you fuck the table every night Tate...it'll be our little prayer...to bless our fucking meal" he grins. 

"nobody eats till your little cunt cums all over this corner right here...since your so fucking fond of it." he growls and I moan his name and a low grumble comes from his throat. 

"that's it, there you go" he says as I pant faster and whimper, so close to cumming. 

"fuck, why is this so fucking hot?" he growls and grabs my hips, his hard cock pushing against my ass. 

"you're so fucking sexy Tatum" he growls in my ear and then his hand pushes my head forward. 

"Put your hands on the fucking table" he commands and I do. 

"Jesus christ" he growls as he flips up my night gown and I bite my lip as I feel him pull down his pants and his hard cock, drags against my ass , between it, the head pushing against me. 

"I fucking hate how much I need you" he growls. 

"How I cant even stay the fuck out of this cunt for one god damn night to teach your smart little ass a lesson" he growls and I scream as he thrusts into me. 

I cum instantly, the way my clit is pushed against the table with his thrust, and then he yanks me back as I cum, thrusting into me, reaching around his hand finishing off my clit as he rubs me as I shake like a fucking baby deer and scream as he fucks me hard , making me cum harder on his cock and my eyes roll back. 

"you irresistable fucking cunt" he growls. 

"fuck Tate" he grunts and slams into me, holding me up, one hand around my mid section, the other in my fucking hair pulling it back, my legs barely able to keep my standing. 

"Kash" I cry his name as he pounds into me, then moves us, and bend me over the side of the table. 

His hand slaps my ass hard, and then again and I yelp, crying out and my cunt clenching and I cum a second time on his cock. 

"Table can't do that for you can it baby?" he taunts me and I whimper.

"you're jealous of...a f-fucking table" I taunt him back. 

"pathetic" I moan. 

He yanks my hair back hard and I grin to myself as I groan and get myself fucked even harder for that comment. 

My thighs slam against the edge of the table and I laugh, but wince at the same time, my body not knowing what sensation to feel. The pain of his large cock fucking me as deep and as hard as he was, or the pleasure of it, how good he feels when he fills me, how right it feels when my pussy is full of him. 

"baby" I moan. 

He growls. 

"fuck me Kash, god, fuck me" I whine and he breathes wildly, his his rabid with their angry thrusts. 

"show this table who owns my cunt Kash" I say and this gets a laugh along with a groan. 

"fuck" he groans. 

"you are such a fucking cunt baby" he growls and pushes my head down to the table and I smile to myself. 

"wipe that smile off your face you little brat" he grunts and pounds me harder, making the table move bit by bit with his thrusts and I claw at the table and the dishes rattle, his next thrust knocking over the wine glasses and I gasp. 

"yesssss" I moan as I reach back, and pull at the side of my ass spreading myself open wider, for him to get even deeper and her groans taking advantage, making me scream at the top of my lungs. 

He doesnt stop, even when he cums, he grunts, thrusting his cum into me, and keeps going, fucking me over the table again till we're both cumming and cursing and falling to the floor with one another. 

Breathing heavily for a moment, before I let out a little giggle, and he lets out a slight laugh, and then both of us are laughing on the floor, his hand on his stomach and both of my hands on mine. 

"we didnt even eat" I say. 

"whose fault is that you stubborn bitch?" he asks and I laugh. 

"Not mine, it's never my fault, you should know that" I say. 

I keep giggling. 

"that table comment really pissed you off didnt it?" I ask and look at him turning my head and he looks at me. 

"No...made me want to slap your smart ass for thinking you were clever." he says and I laugh. 

"But it pissed you off when I told you your cunt wasnt special." he says grinning and I glower at him. 

"That wasnt funny." I say. 

He laughs. 

"yes it was" he says and lift my hand and slap him with the back of it on his chest. 

"dick" I mutter and then my stomach rumbles and he laughs. 

"Get up , let's eat your shit spaghetti." he says and I gasp in fake shock. 

"how dare you, I worked hard on that." I say as we both groan, forcing ourselves to get up off the floor. 

"not as hard i just worked that pussy" he says slapping my ass and I turn and swat his hand. 

"table worked it harder." I tease with a wink and he smirks. 

"I'm burning this table tomorrow. I won't compete with it for your pussy." he says and I laugh. 

"so jealous." I push up on my toes and kiss him.