“That’s cute,” I reply with a smirk as I keep walking forward, leading her directly into the guest bedroom. “But I think you want me to take control.”
I place the monitor on the dresser, then give her my full attention. “Tell me, Jessie”—I bring a finger to her chin and make her meet my eyes—“do you want me to take control tonight?”
“Wh-what do you mean?” she stutters.
I crane my head to the side. “Do you want to see what happens when I take all of the control away from you?”
Her breath hitches, and her lips part, the blush on her chest giving away the effect this is having on her. She wants it. And I want to give it to her. I want to bring her to new highs she’s never experienced before.
“Do you mean?” she whispers softly.
I wrap an arm around her waist and bring her body flush against mine. “I mean, I want to mark that pretty little ass of yours while I pound into your pussy. I want the control. I want to make you come so hard on my cock that you see fucking stars.”
“Yes,” she says on an inhale.
My dick twitches with excitement. “Good girl. I want you to undress yourself for me. Nice and slow.”
I crawl onto the bed and brace myself against the headboard, my eyes locked on her. “Start at the end of the bed. I want you right in front of me.”
She obeys, tugging her black tank top over her head before letting it fall to the floor. Her red lace bra makes my cock twitch,her breasts spilling out of the top just enough to tease, leaving me desperate for more.
Next, she unhooks the button of her shorts. My dick is straining through my trousers, begging for freedom. I unbuckle my belt, and we both unzip at the same time. She shimmies out of her shorts while I reach into my boxer briefs and pull out my throbbing cock.
“Crawl to me,” I order, pumping myself slowly, never breaking her gaze.
She places her hands on the end of the bed, followed by her knees. Her teeth latch on to her bottom lip, and she crawls along the bed until her face is only a foot away from my cock.
She watches as my fist glides over my length. The hunger in her hooded eyes tells me she likes it.
“You like watching, Jessie?” My voice roughens, replaced by a deeper, darker tone. “Is that why you came so hard last night? Couldn’t help being a bad girl while you watched?”
Her tongue comes out and licks her lips as her eyes never leave my dick.
“Suck me, baby,” I demand. “I know you want to. Show me just how much you love to gag on me.”
Her delicate hand replaces mine. She moves it up and down twice, then leans forward and takes me into her mouth. It’s just as good as the first time, the second time—fuck, I’ll never get over it. Her mouth on my cock is pure heaven.
I let her work her way up and down, getting it nice and slippery so her mouth can really move quickly along me. There’s so muchmore I want to do, but it’ll all end right here if I let her keep going.
I place my hand on her cheek and lift her off me, swiping the spit off her bottom lip. “Back on all fours, baby.”
I move her to the corner of the bed and push up onto my knees.
“Fuck, Jessie,” I growl, feeling the control already beginning to slip as I see her ass cheeks pop out of her barely there red lace panties. She’s pure temptation. “You’re so sexy—too sexy. I’m about to show you what that does to me.”
I let my fingers glide gently along her right shoulder to her shoulder blades. Her skin breaks out into goose bumps. My fingers continue down her spine, then over her right cheek, where I lay my hand flat and squeeze. It takes Herculean strength not to slap her precious ass right here, matching her skin to the color of her panties.
No, first I want to build this up for her. I want her desperate for it. Begging me to punish her.
I move the thumb of my other hand inside her panties. “Fuck, baby. You’re soaking wet.”
My thumb is already drenched in her desire. I dip it further down to her clit and start rubbing circles while I squeeze her right cheek, itching to mark it.
Her breaths are starting to accelerate as I continue to work her clit. Then I move two fingers back to her pussy and push them forward, roughly moving them inside of her.
“Oh God,” she gasps. “Yes.”
I smile, then run my hand from her cheek up to her back and to her neck before I descend to her other cheek and offer it another squeeze—harder this time.
