“How fast do you think I can make you come, Alfred?” she asks.
A wicked grin plays across her face.
I groan in return.
“Are you intent upon embarrassing me? Does it delight you to reduce me to nothing?”
“Perhaps,” she says, riding me in a smooth rhythm.
I cry out at the sensation.
“Your cock is perfect, you know.”
It might be her first truly ardent statement to me. I swell inside of her. I obtain that impossible hardness that threatens my spend.
Then she says my name over and over and over again as she moves up and down on me. Her beautiful pussy clenches tighter and drives me nearer to my release.
“I want—" I say between gasps and nearly completely overwhelmed, “—to give you—to please you?—"
“You are—” she says. “This is what pleases me.”
She tips forward, placing both of her arms on my chest. She rises up so that her core tantalizes just the head of my cock. Then holding that position, she moves up and down so that my cock moves in and out of her entrance, lavishing particular attention on that most sensitive part of my anatomy. The sensation is exquisite and incredibly intense and within moments I can take no more.
“Oh God, Annabelle. I can’t—I must withdraw?—”
I try and move her off of me, but she bears down instead—and it is too late.
I come. My spend releases with force, filling her as if all of me were desperate toreach further into her, to claim more of her. I finish with another cry, everything obliterated but the feel of her.
She moves off me then.
And then she pulls the watch from her pocket again.
“A minute and a half,” she says with a laugh. “Well, it is not bad. I suppose I could do better.”
“You timed me,” I say, indignation flooding me.
“It was a little challenge to myself. To see how quickly I could make you spend.”
I feel a little humiliated—and yet very aroused.
“Does that delight you? How easily you can master me?”
“Yes,” she says. “It does.”
“I spent inside of you, Annabelle. I broke my word.”
I am anxious she will be cross with me.
Instead she merely shrugs.
“Do not worry.”
I find her stance on this matter perplexing. She claims not to want a child. And yet we are doubtlessly tempting fate.
But I have made my feelings clear.
“Very well,” I say, shaking off my confusion and taking the little silver watch from her hand.
