“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” I cup her face with both hands. “And you better do a good job because I hate half-assed things.”
She heaves a breath. “Could you at least kiss me or touch me?”
I bring my lips to hers, stopping an inch away. “You want that?”
“Yes. Kiss me,” she implores, standing on the tips of her toes to connect our mouths, but I jerk back. My eyes are strained from forcing them on her face and not on her tits.
“Beg, then maybe I’ll consider it.”
She glares but releases a submissive sigh. “Kiss me, please.”
Leaning down, I ghost my lips against hers. As her eyes flutter, I drop my hands to her shoulders and spin her around, pinning her back to my chest. I snake my palm around her throat, firmly securing my hold on it and the other on her stomach. I roll my hips, rubbing my cock against her.
“You didn’t specify where.” Dragging her hair to the left side of her neck, I tip my lips down, nipping and kissing the curve as my hands drift to her stomach down to her pussy. She moanssoftly then gasps as I slip my fingers between her soaking wet slit.
“Goddamn, Anna.” I exhale against her neck, squeezing her throat harder this time. “I told you you’d be wet.” I lazily drag my palm over her entire pussy, rubbing her arousal all over it.
“Mmmm.” She drops her head on my shoulder, grinding herself on my palm.
“You like that, don’t you?” I rasp, adding more pressure but not touching her where I know she wants me to. “You want more?”
“Yes…yes…I need more.” She moans a little louder, whining when I remove my hand.
“Good, then you can do it.” I push her down onto the sofa, and she brackets her hands on the top backrest. She goes to push up, but I keep a hand on her back, eyes dropping to her round-as-fuck ass. “Goddamn.” I cup it, rubbing my palm over her soft cheek before I slap it hard, watching it bounce and turn pink. She jolts then whimpers, dropping her head. I do the same to the other, getting more turned on as I picture her bouncing on my cock. “Play with yourself.”
I pull away, sitting down on the coffee table. This angle provides an insane view. I grab myself, feeling my briefs stick to my dick where I’ve leaked precum. I picture the most degrading things. Anna bent like this while I fuck her. I wonder if she’d be into anal. If she’d let me eat her ass out. I wonder what she’d think of double penetration. My cock in her asshole, dildo rammed deep in her pussy. I wonder so many things, but my perverted thoughts pause when she peers over her shoulder at me. Her gaze flicks down to where my hand is, but I don’t move it. I continue to stroke my length.
She goes to move, but I stop her. “No, stay like that. Now hurry the fuck up. It’s late and I’m ready to go home.”
Her nostrils flare, but those pretty brown eyes flicker with determination. She raises her knees on the couch, hunching forward so her ass lifts, and slips a hand between her thighs. With her eyes still on mine, she drags her middle finger between her slit, moaning when she grazes her clit.
I’m so gone I slip my hand inside my briefs and fist my cock. I drag my fingers over the tip, smearing the precum over it as my gaze bounces between her wet fingers and asshole. It twitches every so often and I wonder if she’s thinking what I’m thinking.
Anna wets her lips, eyes trained on my hand now that I pump myself.
“Finger yourself,” I rough out, and she does as I instruct, thrusting a finger inside herself. “Shove it as far as it’ll go.” And again, she does. It’s buried knuckle-deep. “Now fuck your finger, roll your hips, make your ass bounce. Show me how badly you want my money.” I squeeze myself hard.
She’s so obedient, rolling her hips, rocking them back and forth, ass cheeks rippling as she does.
“Add another finger,” I order. She drives them as far as she’s able to get them and presses the heel of her palm against her clit. She rides the heel of her hand, bucking wildly.
Her moans become breathier, but she wedges her bottom lip between her teeth to muffle the sounds.
“You don’t want to be loud, do you?” I grit, and she shakes her head. “You don’t want anyone to know why you’re doing this.” I thrust into my own hand, clenching my teeth as she continues to desperately fuck her fingers. “You don’t want them to know you’re a slut willing to do anything for money. You don’t want them to know that I’m the reason you’re greedily fucking your fingers on the sofa, that you get off on this shit. You’re so fucking easy. I’ve got you naked, and I didn’t have to beg to get you like this. I can do whatever I want to your—no, tomybody because your body is mine, right? I fucking own it.”
“Shut up. That’s not true,” she says, looking away, burying her flushed face in the sofa, but I know it’s because she’s fighting another moan. “You don’t—oh fuck.” She drops down on her hand and rides it. She’s so eager to come, she’s frantically moving her hips, rubbing herself on her hand.
“Don’t come.”
“But I’m so close.” She muffles her cries.
“I said don’t fucking come, Anna.” Pulling my hand out, I stand and fist her hair, yanking her head back. “Don’t you dare disobey me. Don’t. Come.” Dropping her hair, I round the couch, standing in front of her. She lets out a quiet mewling noise, staring up at me with hungry, dazed eyes. “I’m going to help you be quiet, since you’re so desperate for it.”
A sheen of sweat veils her body, face flushed red. Intrigue sparks in her eyes, but she still continues to work her fingers inside of her, slow and steady. “H-how?” Her eyes flutter closed, and she bites her lip.
I drag my sweats and briefs down and my cock springs free. My head glistens and my shaft is covered in dark, angry veins. She gasps when I fist her hair and yank her head up, eyes bulging. She gapes at my dick, tongue sweeping over her dry lips.
“Stop staring and suck.” Jerking her head forward, I grab my length and slap it against her cheek. “Open your mouth and don’t stop fucking your hand, but you better not come.” I slap the other cheek, enjoying how some of the precum coats her cheeks.
