She sets a brutal pace—one that steals my breath, shatters my thoughts, and ignites every nerve ending like a wildfire. The thick strap-on cock pistons deep into my ass, each thrust driving the flared head against my prostate with unrelenting precision. The vibrator at the base hums against her clit and reverberates through me, a constant electric pulse that makes my toes curl and my spine arch off the bed. I am so full, so stretched, and so beautifully used in the most exquisite way, and I never want it to end.
But my body betrays me. My balls draw up tight, a hot coil winding deeper in my gut. My cock, already slick with pre-cum and smeared with my earlier leaks, begins to throb in desperate, rhythmic pulses. I’m close, so close I can taste my own release like copper on my tongue. And she knows it, she can sense it, she can read my body better than I realised.
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With a wicked smirk, she leans forward, her heavy breasts swaying between us, and wraps her hand around the base of my cock. Her grip is firm, unyielding, almost painful. Fingertips dig into the root, cutting off the surge, halting my climax in its tracks, and I let out a loud groan of desperation.
“No,” she growls, grinding deep into my hole as her palm squeezes harder. “Not yet, baby. You don’t come until I allow it. Until I demand it. Your orgasm is all mine, not yours. Do you understand?”
A sob escapes my lips as the pleasure teeters on the edge, trapped behind the wall of her control. The tension builds, unbearable, agonising, like a river about to burst its banks. My hips twitch, trying to thrust into her grip, but she pins me down with her other hand on my chest.
“Feel that?” she whispers, stroking just the very top inch of my shaft with her thumb, smearing precum over my slit. “You’re dripping for me, you dirty boy. Leaking like you can’t hold back. But you will hold it. For me.”
She increases the thrusts, hammering into me with deep, brutal force. Each stroke sends jolts of ecstasy through my core. I cry out, my back bowing, my ass clenching around her cock like a vice. My cock jumps in her grip, begging to erupt.
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“Please, Iz, I need it,” I beg, voice ragged. “Please let me come. I need it. I need to show you how much I love you.”
She leans down, her lips grazing my ear. Her breath is hot, her voice like soft, satiny silk. “You are pleasing me. Every tremor, every whimper, every drop you leak—it’s all for me. But you don’t come until I say four magical words.”
“What?” I gasp, confused and desperate to know.
She pulls back, eyes blazing with power and love all at once. “Come for your queen. Only then. Until then, you hold it all in.”
And she makes good on her word.
She slows her thrusts, drawing them out longer, deeper, more torturous. Each stroke is a slow grind, letting the shaft rub over every sensitive nerve in my ass. The vibrator pulses in rhythmic waves, syncing with her movements. Her hand never leaves my cock, a constant, punishing grip at the base, fingers tight, thumb teasing the crown.
My body shakes. Sweat soaks the sheets beneath me. My breath comes in short, broken pants. I chant her name like a prayer. I beg. I plead. But she only smiles, her breasts bouncing with every calculated roll of her hips.
Then, without warning, she grinds down hard, the base of the strap-on pressing firmly against my perineum, the
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bullet vibrating at full intensity. My ass spasms, and my prostate screams in pleasure. The coil inside me snaps.
And still, her hand holds me tight, denying my pleasure yet driving it higher with every second.
“Almost,” she murmurs. “You’re ready, baby, but not quite yet.” Her own breath becomes ragged, and I can sense she is close to climaxing herself.
When I think I can’t take another second, she lifts slightly, pulls back, and then slams into me with a single, perfect thrust.
Her lips part, and her eyes lock onto mine.
And she speaks the words I’ve been starving to hear.
“Come for your queen,” she roars, her head hanging low as her own release ripples through her body. The vision of her like this, sweat glistening over her body, her hair mussed up from her efforts, her skin flushed in desire as her hand releases the base of my cock, is mesmerising. Her thumb glides up my shaft.
And I explode.
Thick, hot ropes of cum launch from my cock, splashing across my stomach, my chest, even up to my neck. The first pulse is violent, uncontrollable, a geyser of release. The second follows, then a third, each one weaker but no
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less intense. My ass clenches around her silicone cock in rhythmic pulses as I flood myself, completely undone.
She watches, transfixed, as I cover my own body in cum. Then she leans down, presses her palms into the mess on my chest, and smears it across my skin with worshipful hands, her own breaths ragged as she comes down from her high and gives me a serene smile that captures my soul.
