“Stop,” Cora whispers and Jay quickly pulls off.
Damn it. She’s gonna edge me.
Whimpering like the simp I am, I try to plead with her. “Please, Ma’am. Can I have more?”
“Oh, he’ll give you plenty more. Won’t you, you slut?”
Answering her with his mouth around me, I sigh my relief when Jay sinks his head back down and I can feel the back of his throat. He chokes so perfectly around me and my climax builds up quickly again.
But again, my domme orders him to pull off. Then again. And again. AND AGAIN.
Sweat is starting to bead all over my body, and I’m not even the one putting work in. I’m that pent up. It’s like my body is so worked up, it needs to releasesomething, anything, and sweat is the only option.
Cora uncrosses her legs and raises her chin at me. “Oh no. Something must be wrong with my prince if you can’t get off, sergeant. Why don't you crawl to me and show me how it’s supposed to be done.”
Jay moves over and I drop to the floor. The thick rug is rough against my hands and knees, but I obey and crawl to her, eyes locked.
I’m hers. Only hers and nothing else.
When I reach her, her legs are closed. “Start at the bottom,” she says flatly.
Bending my face to her feet, I kiss her shiny leather shoes. She’s wearing nude pantyhose, but I lick the tops of her feet and ankles. “Thank you, Ma’am,” I whisper against her skin.
I take my time down here with my ass in the air. Then I feel a warm wet sensation against my asshole and I inwardly melt as my balls contract. Jay digs his hands into my cheeks and spreads me wide, taking and taking and taking from me.
I move up her legs, massaging her calves, kissing her inner knees, and pushing up her dress to expose those addictive thighs. When I finally reach her apex, I look up, silently asking for direction.
“Rip it.”
Putting my hands behind her ass, I pull her to the edge of the chair, spread her legs wide, begin pulling at the stretchy fabric, tearing the crotch out, and exposing a naked, glistening pussy.
No fucking panties.
I let out a huff of air that turns into a growl and she bites her lip. “Show me how a good boy eats.”
I’m already leaning in. “Yes, Ma’am.” I obey, and I bury my face in her heat. Her hands immediately lock into my hair and the sting only ignites my desire. Jay is still lapping and probing his tongue into me as I do the same to this perfect, sweet cunt.
Cora rides my face like I’m a bull, grinding herself into me. Her pussy leaks everywhere, the slick, white mess coating my beard and nose.
I’m not quiet. I let her know just how much I love this with every grunt and growl I emit. How much I love making her feel good. How much I love being hers to use. How much I love her.
“Fingers,” she breathes heavily, unable to form a full sentence. “Fuck me… with your fingers.” I thrust two inside her as I suck her engorged clit into my mouth. She tightens her grip in my hair and praises me. “Yes. You’re such a good boy.”
Thrusting hard and fast into her, I drag my fingertips over her G-spot. Then I take my other hand and pinch her the way she loves. Her legs flail as the rest of her body tightens. Jay laps faster around my rim and begins rubbing my taint again and I think I’m about to blow when Cora beats me to it, spraying me with her orgasm.
“That’s it. Take it from me, sergeant.”
I whimper around her as Jay keeps going, and I can feel a trail of his saliva run down my balls. When my breathing picks up pace, I know I’m close… If I could just get a hand around my cock…
“Stop.”
Fuuuuuuck me.
“On the bed. Now,” she demands and I get up so fucking fast and launch myself in the middle. “Lay down.”
I watch her quickly hike up the rest of her fitted dress to her waist and straddle me. She places her hands on my inked chest and lowers herself on me in one fluid motion. She throws her head back and we moan together. My hands are at my sides because I know better than to touch her without permission.
“You love it when I use you, don’t you?”
