“You okay, babe?”
He glares at me. “Just get this shit over with.”
“No problem.” I press harder, and his dick jumps. “Ooh. I think I just hit something. Did that feel good?”
He doesn’t respond.
I switch to a massaging motion, and that seems to be the move. Now his nostrils are flaring.
“Stop acting like you don’t like it.”
Through gritted teeth, he says, “Put it in your mouth.”
“Oop. Not you giving me a command right now.” I speed up. “You ain’t runnin’ shit, Ace. Say whatever you want, but I’mgonna do what I wanna do.To you.We’ll see how much you like it.”
He’s out his rabid ass mind if he thinks I’m putting my mouth anywhere near his raggedy dick after what he did.
Although itispretty. It’s hard to keep my eyes off of it.
Or my fingers.
With my free hand, I reach out and grab it, and for the first time since I started, Ace groans under his breath.
Damn, I’m getting turned on.
I truly enjoy having power over him. Making his body do what I want it to do. Which, given the situation, might be a tad bit hypocritical. But it’s not nearly the same, because he’s enjoying it, too, and he won’t be left holding a nine-month burden afterward like I am right now.
But that’ll be over soon.
“Damn, babe, you’re so tight,” I moan, which earns me a mean glare. I can’t help but giggle again, because this man is so sick of my shit.
“How bout you stop talking?” he grits.
“Boy, fuck you.” I form a fist around his dick and pump. I’d use lube, but his bitch ass doesn’t deserve more than a dry palm.
“Fuck,” he groans.
I’m pleased by that sound. He’s trying so hard not to enjoy this, but the more I work his prostate, the more pressure I apply, the more he unravels.
“I can feel how conflicted you are,” I murmur. “On the one hand, you hate it. Me playing in your ass makes you nervous. But on the other hand, I know it feels good to you, and you’re wondering what that means. Or if it means anything at all.”
His eyes roll back.
“And when you cum, it’ll be becauseImade you cum, not because you wanted to. It’ll feel amazing for a minute, and then it’ll be over, and you’ll be laying here with a sore asshole and astomach covered in nut, and then that clarity’s gonna hit you like a fucking MARTA train.”
“Raya…”
“And I’m gonna be watching. I can’t wait to see the shame on your face.”
He’s breathing hard. Fists clenched. Then I start jackrabbiting him with my finger, hitting that spot. He opens his eyes, but when he goes to speak, I shake my head.
“How does it feel to lose control over your own body?”
“Ease up.”
“Nope. I’m not slowing down, and I won’t stop.”
I press deeper and pump faster until his groans turn into pants and grunts.
