She shakes her head, and immediately an apology bubbles up in my throat, but she’s gasping, lifting her head, and with trembling lips she says, “I’myourlittle slut.”
Well, holy fucking shit.I grit my teeth, arousal taking over my body, as well as my heart and my lungs that are now threatening to explode straight out of me.Maintain. Stay in the moment, Give the girl what she asked for.
“That’s right,” I murmur, stroking her hair. “You’remygreedy little slut.”
She lays her cheek on my thigh, nodding her head up and down, and her brows pinch together as my fingers continue to work her pussy. She’s so wet now, soaking my hand, and riding my fingers hard. I’d love to continue this game, deny her the orgasm she needs, make her wait and be on the edge and needy and desperate for the rest of the day.
But that’s too much for right now. Those are games for another day.
My heart sinks for a split second, because there won’t be any more days after this weekend.
But I shake that off as Amber whimpers desperately, rocking her hips back and forth with more and more urgency.
“That’s my girl,” I croon, stroking her back. “Take what you need. Make yourself come. You deserve it after how well you did.”
She might like degradation, but the praise has her moaning. She crosses her legs to catch my hand tightly, my fingers pressing and rubbing her g-spot. She shudders, tossing her head, and lets out a frustrated grunt.
“M-more,” she grits out. “I need more.”
“What do you need?” I keep my voice even, although my chest is pounding with the exertion of maintaining control. “I want you to use your words, and tell me what it is you need.”
She chokes out another sob-like moan, pushing her hips back on my fingers.
“I-I…” She draws in a hard breath, more frustrated growls and groans. “I need to come.”
“Do you want my mouth, or my cock?”
She inhales sharply, considering for a second. “I-I want your cock. Please.”
“I know you do, honey. No one can make you come like I can, can they?”
“No,” she breathes. “Please Theo, I need to come, please.”
I withdraw my fingers from her cunt, and lick her off them, her taste coating my tongue. I stroke a hand over her hair again, and she sighs.
“Bend over the desk. Legs spread for me.”
She scrambles from my lap, bending over the desk, legs wide, her pert ass raised. Her fingers are between the lips of her pussy, still working her clit, but I can see she’s aching now, unable to find what she needs. She’s bright pink and swollen, shining with arousal, and the sight makes my dick leak precum obscenely.
“Put your fingers inside your cunt, honey.”
She whimpers, a sweaty frustrated mess spread out in front of me, but she obediently slips two fingers inside her, her hips instantly resuming that frantic rocking motion.
“Does that feel good?” I stroke my hands over her still-pink ass.
She shakes her head, hissing out a breath. “No, I need more.”
“You really do need my dick inside you, don’t you?” Oh god, this power play is making me drunk. It’s making me high. I’m on the damn brink myself, needing to press myself into her and feel her pussy strangling my cock, but watching her tremble and need, needme,holy shit.
“Yes, sir,” she rasps out, her back undulating as she juts against her fingers, letting out more of those sweet little growls.
“Here, honey. Let me make it all better.” I tease her clit with the tip of my cock, rubbing all that pre-cum all over her, and with an impatient little yelp she removes her fingers from her pussy. She braces herself on the desk on her forearms, and looks over her shoulder at me. Her lips are trembling, her hair stuck to the beads of sweat on her face. Such a pretty mess. “Is this what you need?” I slide into her, just a little, just enough to start stretching her, and her eyes roll back in her head.
“Oh,fuck,” she murmurs.
More, and more, until her pussy has completely swallowed my cock, and she moans and sighs and saysYes, yes, yes, over and over, arching her head back. When I pull out of her, just a little, my cock is slick with her juices.
“So wet, pretty girl,” I murmur, running my hands down her back, over the curve of her ass, to come to rest on her hips. I thrust back inside, hard, and her fingers scratch against the surface of the desk. I’ve never been happier to not be the chivalrous gentleman as I am now, because her naked skin,sohot and wet, is a dream. “Where do you want me to come?”
