“Oh, Jesus, Phoenix.” She combs her fingers through her short hair.
With her eyes closed and her dress undone, she’s a vision.
She lowers her hands, places them on my shoulders, and bounces on and off my fingers.
The unexpected perversion is almost enough to make me come.
Fuck.
I pray the sucking noise of her slick pussy riding my fingers remains trapped within the walls of my office.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.”
She’s loud.
Her muscles contract in her pursuit to get what she needs, but she’s not the one in control. I am.
Placing a hand on her hips, I halt her movements.
Wild eyes search mine. “You can’t do that.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, kitten. You broke our agreement.”
“I’m sorry. I won’t make another sound.” If her plea doesn’t do something to me.
I consider her.
“I promise,” she says.
I resume my mission.
So does she.
In no time, she’s nearing the edge.
Her hands fly to her mouth, muffling a sound.
Good girl.
“Dear God.” Her voice is shaky and her legs tremble.
That’s right. You need a lesson.
“I want that pretty pussy to come all over my fingers until your slick release drips down my hands.”
She rolls her hips, keeping time with the demanding rhythm I’ve set for her.
With each gyration of her hips, she pants faster and faster.
“Work that pussy for me.”
She reaches out and claws at my shirt, her fingers tugging into the crisp white fabric. As if that’s enough to prevent me from pushing her off the edge.
Silly kitten.
Not on my watch.
I strip her of the remainder of her control, finger-fuck her harder, and apply precise pressure on her clit. Her pussy clenches in strong pulses, each throb sending a vibration straight to my balls.
