“No, you need to listen to me. I know what’s best for you, best for your body.” I pause, then say, “Again.”
Shakily, she takes in a deep breath while I squeeze her breasts, and when she exhales, I pinch her nipples and lightly pull up. She cries out in ecstasy, her hands gripping my thighs with a deathly grip.
I welcome the dig of her fingernails.It makes me feel alive.Something I haven’t felt in months.
When she inhales this time, she shifts her body and her ass gently rubs against my erection, and fuck, does it feel good. Christ, what I wouldn’t give to just flip her over right now and bury my dick so far into her pussy that she can fucking taste it.
But this isn’t about me. This is about her.
This is about showing her how no matter who she tries to date, she will always belong to me.
I move away from her breasts and drag the backs of my fingers down her sides, to her waistline, then press the pads of my fingers against her skin as I bring them back up. I repeat the process but bring them closer to her pussy with each pass, then back up to her chest where I circle around her areolas.
It’s slow.
It’s formulaic.
There’s a purpose.
To drive her wild with need. To beg for her release.
Her body undulates against my touch, her chest rising and falling, her stomach hollowing out, her pelvis tilting up, and I allow it. With each pass, I grow closer and closer to exactly where she wants me until I reach her breasts again, and this time, I twist her nipple rings.
“Fuck, Keller.” Her nails dig deeper into my thighs and my cock surges from the pleasure of it, knowing I have her right where I want her.
“Are you close?” I ask her.
She nods as her mouth drops open and her chest rises into my hands. I flick her nipples now, fast, just like I’d flick her clit with my tongue. Her breasts press against my fingers, her head rolls from side to side, her moans grow louder and louder.
She’s so fucking close.
Her pelvis rocks back and forth, her entire body seeking pleasure but being completely controlled by the way I play with her nipples.
It’s so fucking hot that I can feel my balls start to draw up, my impending orgasm climbing just from the way she’s pressing against my cock and watching her react to my touch.
“Fuck . . . let me touch myself,” she finally says.
“No,” I say. “You will come from my fingers, not yours.” I move my fingers to her areolas, then start squeezing, pulling her nipples up into the air on a pinch just loose enough it doesn’t cause her pain, but tight enough to make her scream.
“Mother of fuck,” she cries out, her fingers scraping up my thighs. “Oh fuck, Keller.”
I do it again, this time pinching longer, and just as I reach the tip, her fingers turn into claws as her back arches and a feral sound falls past her lips.
Loud.
Sexy.
Uncontrolled.
She cries out my name as she comes, her orgasm wracking her harder than I expected as her moan draws out, her entire body convulsing under my touch until she finally relaxes and her death grip on my legs eases.
“Such a good girl,” I say as I gently pass my fingers over her breasts, let her fully relax until she’s limp against my body. I lift her up and move away from her, my erection slipping past the waistband of my briefs, the tip full of precum.
I lean back against the headboard, pull my entire length out, and use my precum as lubricant as I pump feverously. It takes me about two seconds to get to where I need to be, and I don’t prolong it. I grip my cock harder and pump until I swell in my hand and my body stills as my orgasm rips through me, cum flying up my stomach.
“Shit,” I grumble as I slow down my strokes to the point that my hand is barely passing over my cock. That’s when I glance to the side and catch Lilly staring at me, her eyes hungry.
I release my cock and drop my hands to my side as I catch my breath. “Fuck,” I mutter.
