Moving one hand upward, I brush my fingers against her heat.
“Are you that wet just from sucking my dick, baby?”
“Yes,” she utters, giving me a sharp nod.
Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I push them between my lips. “Just like sugar,” I drawl lowly. “So fucking sweet.”
I graze my hand up her body, stroking her chin with my thumb. “Lie back and spread your legs for me,” I command her. “Let me see what belongs to me.”
Slowly, she shifts backward, pushing herself until her head rests on a pillow.
“Legs apart,” I repeat and watch as she spreads herself open for me to get a nice look.
My hand falls to my aching cock, and I grip it tightly in my palm, stroking it while I take in the fucking work of art that’s lying on my bed right now.
When her eyes connect with my hand, she shudders, releasing a whimper from deep down in her throat.
When I release my cock, it stands tall in front of me, and I nod down toward it. “Do you see what you do to me, Isla? Do you see how fucking hard you make my dick?”
Returning my hand to my rock-hard length, I stroke gently.
“Go on,” I tell her, jerking my chin toward her legs. “Show me what you do when I’m not around to fuck you.”
Suddenly, she appears bashful. We’ve been together a bunch of times, but we haven’t done anything like this yet.
“It’s okay, baby,” I tell her, keeping my fist around my cock but slowing my motions. “You can trust me, Nineteen.”
Reluctantly, her hand slowly snakes down her body, settling between her thighs. There’s a sense of nervousness in her gaze, but it’s mixed with excitement too. And I know she’s into this; she’s just afraid to show it too much.
“Slide a finger in, baby. Play with yourself for me.”
The smallest breath of air leaves her lips, and gradually, she does as told and begins to play with herself.
I stroke myself harder—but not too hard because I know I’m not going to last long. Especially not with my angel spread wide before me, finger-fucking herself.
“Who does that pussy belong to?”
“You,” she chokes out, her movements getting faster.
“Yeah. And this cock? It’s all fucking yours, baby. Every single inch. Every drop of cum. Everything. Belongs to you.”
She pulls her hand back, resting it on the bed. “Fuck me, Hendrix,” she practically begs. “Please. I can’t take it any longer.”
My cock jumps in my hand, and I hold back a groan.
“I will, but you have to be quiet for me,” I tell her. “Those sexy moans and whimpers? Those are for me. I don’t want any motherfuckers downstairs hearing them.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
“Good girl.” I drop my hand down. “But if you get too loud, I’ll have to silence you. Understand?”
“Yes,” she says, clearly dazed and ready for me to be buried deep inside of her.
I want her to be loud. I want to have to shove something inside her mouth to make her stop. Or keep my hand over her mouth just to fucking silence herfuck mesounds.
Climbing over her, I stroke her cheek before I kiss her.
“Put it in,” I command.
