“You know I’m always hard for you,” I confessed. My cock flexed in her fist, and I choked out a moan. Gods, she hadn’t touched me like this in our shower escapade a few days back. I’d wanted her hand or mouth taking me so fucking bad, yearned for it, but I’d not dared push for it. And here she was about to give me a handjob, or a blowjob, or, hells, even more than that.
My hands wrapped around her hips, unable to stop myself from rocking my pelvis, seeking friction. I wanted desperately to reach higher and cup her breasts, to pinch a ripe nipple, bury my hungry lips within the shadows of her cleavage and tongue a path between its valley.
Nelle stroked me up and down with a torturous touch.
Too light, barely there.
Yet it ignited a scorching fervor that blazed along my cock to grab me by the blue balls. My fingers bit harder into her sides as a gravelly groan crawled up my throat.
Nelle molded her body to my contours. Hot wetness arrowed up my neck as she licked a path upwards. “You like this, huh?” she husked before nipping my earlobe.
“Yeah,” I strangled out, my hips bucking. Fuck yeah. My wrist ached from all the jerking off I’d done in the shower this past week.
I lost myself in the blissful sensation buzzing beneath my skin as she stroked leisurely up and down, her thumb brushing over the weeping crown as she rose higher, the edge of her fist bumping the root when she drove down the shaft. My breath quickened to gasps, and my eyelids grew heavy. Her lips wereclose, so tantalizingly close as she slid her nose along mine. Mesmerizing and completely irresistible. I canted forward, our breaths mingling as my mouth hunted hers…
…only to wince a heartbeat later.
Her fist squeezed my cock hard. On the verge of cruelty.
I gritted out, “Easy.”
Nelle captured my lower lip, dragging sharp teeth down the sensitive flesh before letting go. “You know it’ll never be easy between us.”
Her pace quickened. The grip brutal.
Shit, shit,shit…
I begged, “Slow, easy…” shifting my hands behind, my fingers digging into the soft bedding to brace against the thorny pain.
Nelle stared at me, not in a fun, flirty way but in a way that scared the hells out of me. Her narrowed gaze watched me like a junkyard dog slavering for a bite. A lonely eyebrow arched. “You’ll take what I’m willing to give. Understand?”
I gulped.
Her fingers cinched ruthlessly around my shaft like a vise turned too far.
Nelle pumped faster,faster.She furiously beat me off like she was set on winning a fucking race. There was zero skill. Her shitty handjob technique was feral and reckless.
Pain bent pleasure, and even though I wanted to stop her, for some fucked-up reason I wanted her to carry on. “Holy shit,” I gasped, then flinched as barbed agony sliced across my scalp when she wrenched my head back while her other hand killed my cock.
I jolted. I winced.
I chewed back a pained cry.
My moans were deep and husky.
It felt sublime.
It hurt like a motherfucker.
I realized right then what Nelle was doing.
She was giving me a hate handjob.
Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods…
Tug.
—ow—
