She’s so pliable, so willing, so desperate. It gives me a sick satisfaction that the woman who made my life hell is now under my control. As long as my fingers keep circling her clit at this smooth, leisurely pace, she’s completely at my mercy.
“Jason,” she sighs. And it draws me back. I was so lost in the lust I forgot where I was, too fixated on how tight her pussy felt and how warm she is in my hands, back to my chest.
Jolted out of my trance, I pull away suddenly. Let her feel the mind altering desperation and disappointment I felt on prom night.
She spins on me with a look so cold and ferocious a weaker man might have been terrified. But I’m not weak. And I’m not afraid of her. I match her look of rage with an amused one of my own as I dip my wet fingers in my mouth and suck her off me. The act makes her nostrils flare.
“No, fuck no. You’re not getting off that easy.” She declares as though she can stop me. Like I owe her an orgasm or something.
I head for the stairs but she stops me in my tracks with a line I can’t resist, one I can’t back down from.
“Finish what you started,” she demands. Then the pitch of her voice drops deathly low as she finishes, “or I will finish it myself.”
Challenge accepted.
I turn on her so fast she doesn’t have a second to prepare before I have her pinned against the wall with a hand at her throat. Her pupils dilate and I know she likes that.
Interesting.I wouldn’t have guessed Mara would be into that. But there’s no mistaking the eager excitement in her gaze when my fingers flex on her throat.
Before she even knows what’s happening, I’m on my knees in front ofher with my head buried between her legs and her underwear pulled to one side, driving my tongue into that tight pussy.
“Oh god,” she sighs at my explorative touch. I taste every inch of her inside and out. Committing her flavor to memory and trying not to notice the way my body reacts to hers. I’ve eaten plenty of girls out but I don’t usually feel this crazy hunger when I do. Usually, I want to make them see stars so my reputation improves. But I’m starving for her. Starving to taste her come on my tongue.
With one hand on her thigh, I prop her leg on my shoulder to grant me more access to what I want, to what I need. Mara braces her hands flat against the wall down by her hips for balance.
“Fuck,” she hisses.
If she wants to challenge me then fine, I’ll exceed expectations and make her beg for release, leave her so satisfied she’ll be begging for more. But that won’t happen. I’ll give her a taste of what she threw away and leave her wishing she could have it all.
But greed is a sin, so I’m told. And sinners deserve to be punished.
My arm loops over her raised thigh so my thumb reaches her clit and presses down. Hard. Tight circles on the bud of nerves drives her wild and she starts panting harder and harder, body unable to stay still as my tongue and thumb work together to drive her to the edge of madness.
It’s when her fingers lace through my hair that I know she’s close. Just where I want her.
That’s the moment I choose to slip my tongue out and bite her clit tenderly while plunging three fingers into her cunt and go to town.
“Jason. Oh god. Jason, don’t stop. You’re going to make me—” Her cries muffle when she bites her lip to stifle the sounds of her orgasm as they echo in the quiet kitchen. According to previous lays, most men don’t do what I do. They stop as soon as it sounds like a girl has come. I, on the other hand, increase the pressure when I hear that tell tale cry. I bury my face deeper as her body vibrates with tension and stiffens at my touch.
I lick her through the orgasm until her breathing grows heavy and her weight deepens against my shoulder. Then I release her and let her slide tothe floor.
She thinks she’s done, she thinks this was a one sided encounter and now she can go to bed satisfied by me.
Think again, prom queen.
I rise from the floor so my pelvis is in line with her face and start to unzip my pants, pulling my rock hard cock from its prison. It almost hurts how hard I am, I so badly need to come. And she’s going to do it for me.
I point my cock directly at Mara’s mouth earning me a death glare. I watch carefully as the resentment turns into a fire meeting my challenge as she grabs my cock with a pull that shouldn’t be as sexy as it is. She’s a little rough but that’s ok. I like it rough.
She shoves my dick in her mouth without further instruction and starts licking, sucking, humming. Up and down. Root to tip. Driving me wild. There’s no gentle ease into the act. There’s no tenderness or teasing touches. It’s all fire and burning hatred sprinkled with lust. She wants this even if she doesn’t want to admit she likes it.
But that rage softens to desire as her eyes roll back in her head and she gives into this. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she enjoys sucking my cock.
But fuck, I certainly enjoy it. She’s taking me like I was made for her, I fit so perfectly inside her mouth and it makes me wonder if I’d fit perfectly inside her cunt too.
Such vigor, such ferocity. She’s an animal starving for it. And her mouth works so well that I’m ready to come way sooner than I’d like. I want to draw this out as long as possible and make her take my dick as long as I can. But she’s too good. She’s too sexy. Heat blooms at the base of my spine, my balls tighten but the agony of that is quickly washed away when I can’t hold back any longer so I jerk my hips back releasing my dick from her mouth, the pop of her lips over my head lingers between us before I give myself one tug to explode come all over her pretty face. White beads of it drip from her forehead to her cheeks to her chin. The fiery resentment on her face is almost as satisfying as my orgasm.
But what she does next kills me. She swipes a finger through the come on her face and sucks it into her mouth like a fine delicacy before standing tomeet my glare. A foot shorter than me and she has more balls than most of the men I’ve met in my life.
