“You don’t get to come until I say so,” she whispers, teasing the tip with her mouth. “And when you do? You’re gonna say my name like it’s a fucking prayer.”
My hands move straight to her head, fingers tangled in those long black braids.
“Fuuuck, Stella, you’re so goddamn beautiful,” I growl, trying to breathe through the sheer fucking tension pulsing through me.
“Now stop talking… and wrap that filthy fucking mouth around my cock.”
She obliges. Slowly.
Licking up my shaft, dragging her tongue along the underside like she’s trying to ruin me.
I hiss as she slides her mouth over me, warm and perfect, sinking deeper with each inch. My head falls back, a groan clawing out of my chest. The car windows start to fog. My thighs are already tensing, and she’s only just begun.
She sets a rhythm—slow and torturous, then fast and slick, her eyes never leaving mine. She moans around me, and the vibration makes my hips jerk forward.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I growl, tightening my grip on her braids, trying not to lose it already. “You’re gonna make me come, baby, fuck—”
She hums in approval. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow.
And she was right.
I say her name like it’s the only prayer I know.
She stands up, dirt covering her knees, but damn, does the sight of her make my cock harden again.
Stella smirks as she walks closer to me, lifting her skirt up and showing me her bare pussy—she wasn’t wearing panties all night.
I reach out, fingers grazing her thigh as I pull her closer. My hands find her ass, firm and perfect, and I grip her like I’ve earned this—like I’ve been starving for this moment.
Lowering my head, I press a kiss to her bare pussy, slow and reverent. She gasps, a soft moan escaping her lips, and her legs part instinctively for me.
My right hand slips between her thighs, fingers gliding through her soaked folds. She’s drenched—hot, ready, and aching—and it drives me insane.
I slide a finger into her tight cunt, slow and deliberate, feeling her coat my skin as her walls grip me. But just as I start to curl it, she grabs my wrist and yanks it away.
“No,” she says, her voice sharp and commanding. “You don’t get to touch me right now.”
Her eyes burn into mine as she sinks to her knees, straddling me, her bare pussy brushing against the tip of my cock. Then—slowly, torturously—she lowers herself onto me, inch by inch, her tight heat swallowing me whole. Every second of it is agony, the kind that borders on heaven. She kisses me hard, teethtugging my bottom lip, and I groan. My hips buck instinctively, desperate for contact, but she pulls back, smug.
Her hands brace on my shoulders. She rises just enough for me to take hold of my cock and line it up. And when she sinks down, burying me to the hilt, we both let out a breathless sound—hers a quiet moan, mine a strangled curse.
Then she stops. Fully seated on me. Not moving.
The tight heat of her wrapped around me, pulsing, clenching—fucking torture.
She leans in, licking up my neck before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw.
“Beg me,” she whispers, her voice soaked in sin. “Tell me you’ve been good. Tell me you didn’t come while we were apart. Beg me to fuck you.”
I fist her braids, pulling her close, desperate.
“Please, Stella. I’ve been such a good fucking boy. I didn’t come, I swear—I waited. I will only come for you. Please. Please fuck me.”
Her eyes gleam. She lifts her hips, leaving just the head of my cock inside her.
“Mmm… that’s it, baby. My good boy.” She sinks down again with a slow, devastating roll.
“Please,” I grit out, hands bruising her hips. “Take me out of my fucking misery. Use me.”
