I can hear my heart racing, fucking feel it beating at the base of my throat. I glance at the chair to my left, flip it around, and place my bare foot on its cushioned seat. Lifting my dress up through the long opening along the thigh area, I settle down on an empty spot on my dresser.
Dorran hasn’t taken his eyes off me for even a second, and it’s thrilling – as it always is – to see him this eager; to witness him succumbing to my submission to him.
I bring my left hand between my legs, and then push my lace thong to the side, baring myself to him. A wave of cool air brushes against my sensitive clit, making me inhale sharply.
“Fuck,” Dorran whispers, his chest rising and falling at an erratic rhythm. “You’re so goddamn wet, baby.” He grabs the base of his cock, then starts moving his fist up and down its length. “Touch yourself, Cigs,” he orders. “Show me what a sweet, sweet slut you are for me.”
“Fuck you,” I hiss, but move my hand to my pussy and start circling my clit. The first stroke makes my toes curl, and I moan because I’m so close already, even though I’ve only just started.
“You would, if you weren’t so hellbent on keeping your makeup intact.” His voice is slightly breathless, and as he works himself faster, the faint sound of skin rubbing against skin hits my ears.
I watch him fuck his fist as I push a finger inside myself, moaning once again because this feels like torture, yet I can’t help but chase the end. I need more; I need him. But for now, the view will have to do. And fuck me, what a view it is.
Dorran brings his free hand between his thighs and cups his balls, then pulls at them as he strokes himself faster still. “Ah, shit,” he moans. His eyelids flutter, and his long lashes graze the sharp angles of his cheeks.
I push my finger in, fucking myself to match Dorran’s pace, then curl it just so, before pulling it out and spreading my wetness along my pussy lips. I add another finger, then arch my hips and widen my thighs as I push them deeper.
“So good,” the words slip out of me as I keep finger-fucking myself.
“Yeah?” Dorran squeezes the base of his hard length, then twists his wrist and strokes himself quicker.
“But not enough.” I use my thumb to rub my clit as I keep pushing my fingers in and out of myself. “I’m close,” I whisper, then use my other hand to support myself on the dresser as I rock my hips forward.
Dorran meets my eyes, and a grin spreads across his enticing lips as he says, “Come for me, Cignette. Drip all over your fingers while you ache for my cock.”
That’s it; that does it for me. A lick of warmth wraps itself around my neck, making my body feel weightless. My orgasm takes over me – hot and blinding – and I let go of a whimper as I ride it out, relishing the slickness of my cum on my fingers. My spine feels numb; my head feels heavy. There’s a loud buzz in my ears that’s all too welcoming, and as I come down from the high, I breathe out heavily and look at Dorran.
“Absolutely beautiful,” he mutters while working his hand around his cock at wanton speed. “Come and gimme a taste.”
I fix my thong, and with legs that feel all but leaden, I start walking over to him.
Dorran looks up at me, and I’m once again left speechless at the sight of him. He’s mesmerizing in his openness; utterly divine as he eagerly chases his own release.
I reach out a hand and brush my cum-slick fingers over his slightly parted lips, then push them into his mouth.
With a groan that reverberates against my skin, he runs his tongue over my fingers. He sucks on them, then pulls his head back before glancing at his cock.
“Ah, fuck, I’m gonna…” He trails, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. The strong column of his neck strains as he lets go of a raspy moan, and I watch, completely transfixed, as he orgasms. Long, white spurts of his cum shoot out of his slit, staining the hand he has wrapped around his length. Dorran’s chest heaves as he pumps himself to the very last drop, then slows his pace before hissing a curse.
“Jesus, that washot,” he says, then lazily rolls his head sideways before looking down at himself again. His eyes quickly flick up to me, and a smile spreads across his lips. “Get down on your knees, Cigs,” he commands softly.
I do, almost immediately, which makes him chuckle.
“Such a good fucking girl for me all of a sudden,” he praises, then lets go of his cock before bringing his soiled hand between us. “Clean this off for me, will you, sweetheart?”
I lift a brow, remaining where I am.
His scoff is faint as he drags his gaze over me. “You don’t want me to make you do it, Cigs, trust me.”
I feel my lips quirk upwards at the challenge in his voice, which in turn makes him shake his head.
“Fucking come here,” he mumbles, and a heartbeat later, his fingers are digging into my skin as he roughly grabs my chin and all but pulls me to him.
I’m hit with the familiar warmth of his body as the distance between us thins to nothing, and when our eyes meet, I grab his wrist and lick the thick line of cum off the back of his hand.
The heady smell and salty taste of him drive me mad. I swallow, moaning as I do, then take two of his fingers into my mouth before sucking on them.
Dorran’s jaw tightens as he watches me, and his pupils darken to the point where they could very easily rival mine.
