“I believe it. But you’ll give up control for me.”
He unbuckled his belt, shaking his head. “I always knew you were a brat.” And yet, his pants were on the floor, joining the pile with my skirt. “Now get on your back and show me how you make yourself come.”
Not taking my eyes off his, I spread my legs and tugged my thong to the side, still sitting up. I put my fingers to his lips and obediently, he opened. His tongue circled my fingers as I slid them out of his mouth and drew them down to my pussy. “You forgot the deal. You’ve gotta show me, too.”
“Oh, I’ll fuckin’ show you.” He lowered the band of his boxerbriefs to free his burgeoning erection. If I thought it was big the last time I saw it, this was a whole other affair. My breath caught at the sight of it. “Like what you see? You like my giant cock?”
I smirked, his words snapping me back into my confident, take-charge mode as my fingers started to circle my clit. “Get over yourself.”
“You get over it,” he teased. “You’re the one who called my cock giant.”
“Fine. I like your giant cock. Now fuck your hand for me.”
“Jesus, Jessalyn.”
I laid back and dipped my fingers into my soaking slit. Ben stood over me, jacking his cock and feeling my leg with his other hand.
“Look at you,” he rasped. “So fucking perfect.”
“You like watching me?”
“Never seen anything more beautiful in my life. You’ve never done this with anybody else, have you?”
I shook my head and bit my lip.
“But you’ve always wanted to, haven’t you?” he went on. “You’ve been waiting on me to let yourself loose. Anything you want, Jessie. I’ll make sure you get it.”
My hand sped up around my clit as the other went to my breast.
“That feel good, baby? You like having your tits grabbed?”
“Mmhmm.”
“You gonna show me one of those pretty nipples?”
I grinned. “Why don’t ya beg for it?”
He shook his head and let out an agonized groan. “Such a brat.”
“I’m waiting,” I said. “I don’t have all day.”
“Please let me see you, Jessie. You’re killing me.”
I held his eyes as I lowered one bra cup. “Like this?”
“That’s it, honey. Good girl.”
My face screwed up. I hadn’t known he was serious with the Daddy/good girl text exchange we had. “What am I, your dog?”
He cracked a cocky smile. “No. When you do what I say, you’re my good girl. Now, why don’t you be a good girl for me and tell me what you were thinking about when you did this without me?”
My eyes widened as I bit my lip.
“Don’t be shy, now. We’re way past that, hon.”
“I wondered whether you’d grab hard or be more tender. I thought about your hands on me, your thick fingers. Your cock filling me up, my mouth, my pussy. The taste of you. I wondered what made all those women scream so loud and whether you’d think of me as a fucktoy or something more.”
“Fuck, Jessie.” His hand made small circles at the top of his strokes, working the head of his cock. “You’d be all that and more. There’s so much I want to do with you.”
