Her giving me the go-ahead but lacing it with a threat makes me want to come all the more. My body is tense, every muscle fiber constricted into a lethal spring. I know that if I let myself relax even a little, I'm going to bust hard.
I don’t want to lose her.
Ican’tlose her.
Shutting my eyes tight, I slap myself five times and nothing is working. My cock keeps bucking and bouncing like it’s kicking an imaginary football. Centimeter by centimeter, my cum climbs upward in a rush, defying every ounce of my clamped-down willpower to trap it inside.
Daring to open my eyes, I see Gabby glaring down at me with challenge in hers.
She’s so hot.
Her breasts, her naked body sitting there in judgment of me, challenging me to prove that I can control myself, makes it even harder to hold off the contractions.
Muttering a quiet prayer under my breath that I won't tip over the edge, I clamp my teeth into my lower lip.
The pain of my nuts being squeezed subsides a little as Gabby starts to loosen her grip, waiting to see what will happen. She smiles at me wickedly and leans forward, still sitting on her knees on my left as I remain helpless, gaze glued to her every shift.
With her mouth open and staring at me, she slowly glides her tongue straight up the underside of my shaft, letting the top of it remain pressed against my frenulum.
The soft micro-movements of her tongue pressed against me, hovering there while her eyes stay locked on mine in challenge, cause that edged orgasm to come roaring back like a creature yawning, ready for the final level of battle.
“Stop,” I barely manage when my lips finally regain the ability to move, because if she continues like this, I’m going to spill over.
My pre-cum has already been oozing at a steady rate.
“S-stop. I—you—you have to… oh… I… oh God,” I huff and puff, my dick getting harder at its max setting right when I’m ready to bust.
“Show me that self-control you think you have, Link,” she says, her lips moving against my penis as she speaks.
“I-I-I’m—I’m try—I’m tryin’…” I stutter with each stilted breath, my body shaking as I use every ounce of control humanly possible.
“That’s your problem. You claim you try but you never do. You're fuckingweak,” she says with no mercy, and with that she crawls forward, sitting right on my face.
My tongue instinctively slides inside her.
She’s so wet.
Fully astride me, Gabrielle leans back, reaching behind her to glide her hand over and around my cock, coated in the wetness of both of us.
My cock is still throbbing, it hasn’t stopped this entire time. I feel my hips bucking into her hand with each motion as my tongue swirls inside her. The heartbeat of Gabby’s pussy sings in tandem with the bucking of her hips against my face.
Her whimpers become higher pitched, quicker, less space between them.
So… sexy.
My orgasm roars back to the surface.
How could I ever think to destroy what we had?
Groaning against her pussy lips, I keep moving my tongue and my mouth in quick sensual succession until Gabby jerks herbody out of control, her clitoris pulsing erratic and twitching as her orgasm charges out of her, causing liquid to gush from her.
My wife has never been a squirter, so this shocks me.
Some gets into my nose and I start coughing a little, still trying to maintain the movement of my tongue against her as she grunts loudly, her hands now in my hair, pulling hard.
After she finishes, her hair drenched and curling up from the wetness, she smiles down at me, patting my chest twice before she slides off me and starts putting her pajamas back on, leaving me sitting there wondering what the hell just happened.
She’s not going to leave me like this… right?
