“Fuck, Ashton,” she cries out as I add another finger and hook it inside her, hitting her G-spot. Her pussy spasms and herlegs shake as she climaxes hard against my fingers and tongue. I keep them in place, working her through her orgasm until the trembling stops and her breathing slows. The need to praise her is at the tip of my tongue, but that’s not what she wants right now.
So instead, I bring my fingers up to my mouth like the good boy I am and lick each one clean. Then I sit back on my heels and wait.
“Okay,” she says, still slightly out of breath. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”
“Oh, yeah?” I was hoping to get more praise than that, but I’ll take whatever scraps she throws at me, like the beggar I am. “Guess I found your clit again.”
Apparently, I also have a little brat in me.
Allie narrows her eyes. “You’re going to regret that.”
I hope so.
“Get on the desk,” she orders, and I execute without a second thought. The glass she took out of my hand is still there, so I push it to the corner out of the way. When I look back up, there’s something bunched up in her left hand, and she’s rummaging through her purse. Saliva catches in the back of my throat when she produces a condom. She walks over, ripping the foil wrapper open with her teeth, and while the move is one of the sexiest things I've ever seen, my heart falls.
“Are you on birth control?” The words slip past my lips before I realize it. I’m not even sure what possesses me to ask that. Maybe it’s that every time I’ve imagined being inside her, there was nothing between us.
Allie continues her task, removing the condom from the wrapper. “Toys don’t ask questions, either.” She puts the item in her other hand down on the desk and pinches the middle of the condom. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
She comes closer and dips a finger into the waistband of mybriefs, pulling it out and then letting go so it snaps back in place. “Pull them down.” I do, and my rock-hard dick slaps against my stomach. I start to kick them all the way off, but she stops me.
“Leave them,” she says, digging her finger into my chest so that I lean back. I move my laptop to the side, and my head thumps gently on the hardwood as she climbs up to straddle me. She gives me one long stroke from base to tip, and I hiss. After being painfully hard for the better part of an hour, her touch feels like pure ecstasy. When she rubs the precum beading at the tip around in circles, my hips jump off the desk.
“So responsive,” she taunts.
Placing the condom between her teeth, she uses both hands to guide mine behind my back. I lift my hips to grant her better access, and that’s when I see what she has in her hand. My tie. She gently guides my wrists together, making a double knot to secure them with the tie, and I lean back, my arms digging painfully into my back. I wish I could say the uncomfortable position lifts some of the lustful haze surrounding us, but it only makes me harder. She removes the condom from her mouth, a thin string of saliva still connected to her lips.
“Is this okay?” she asks.
“Yes,” I rasp. “God, I need to be inside you. Tie me up. Gag me. Do whatever you want, just please touch me. You want me to beg? I’ll fucking beg.”
She chuckles. “That would be a good start.”
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please let me?—”
“Uh-uh,” she chides, and I know what she wants me to say.
“Please, fuck me.”
“Well, since you asked nicely.” She slides the condom over my length, lifting her hips up to line herself up before slowly sinking down inch by agonizing inch.
We both let out a groan when she’s fully seated on my cock,but she doesn’t move right away. She keeps her eyes on mine, though. We sit like that for a minute just breathing each other in until she finally takes pity on me, raising her hips and slamming back down. She does it a few more times, allowing me to go deeper with each pass.
Her hands come down on either side of me, bracing herself.
“Do not come,” she warns.
I groan and she starts bouncing, fucking herself faster and faster on me. She’s doing exactly what she promised she would; using me for her pleasure. Like a toy.
Between her tempo and the thought of being used by her, I’m barely hanging on by a thread. So I do the only thing I can think of. I start naming Monopoly properties in my head.Park Place.Pennsylvania Avenue. Marvin Gardens.Her movements get even faster, more frenzied. She’s close. I’m so fucking close it hurts.Boardwalk. New York Avenue.She rolls her hips, pushing me in even deeper.St. James Place. Fuck.
Finally,finally,she says the words I’ve been waiting for.
