“Arms down. On your knees, Aly. Look at me.”
For the first few moments, I don’t let her touch herself. Instead, I make her watch as I stroke my cock just the way I like it. Slow and tight, trying to imitate what it would feel like to be inside her. To push into that warm, hot, tight pussy, tohave her first.
She’s mine,that traitorous voice in my head whispers, though it’s a lie.
She can never be mine. Not really.
The thought makes my pace pick up, stroking faster and breathing more uncontrolled as I take in her naked body.
“Touch yourself,” I command. “Push those fingers into your pretty pussy. That’s right. Use your other hand to play with your clit, Aly. Just like that. Does that feel good?”
The words come out in an endless rush, taunting as I watch her, devour her, cock hot and hard in my fist.
She makes sweet, little begging sounds. Her eyes close and her back arches as she knuckles as far into her pussy as she can.
“It’ll never be as good as me touching you,” I tell her. “I can touch places you can’t reach. I could make you come on my fingers, Aly, if you wanted to…if you asked nicely.”
She lets out a gasp, using her fingers to tease her clit as if it’s too much. Her other fingers are still deep inside her, making wet, sloppy sounds as she fucks herself in front of me.
“Fuck,” I grunt, standing and feeling my cock bob up against my abdomen. Aly’s eyes open and widen now that I’m standing.
There are only inches between us.
“Closer.”
She crawls closer on her knees, working hard to balance, whimpering again.
“Right there. Stay right there and keep fucking yourself for me, Aly. Good girl. Is this what you want?”
I stroke myself firmly, unapologetically, the tip of my cock drips with precum slipping down mere inches from her tits. Shelicks her lips, nodding. That’s good enough for now; I’ll make her beg someday… before I take her.
“Perfect. Just like that. Do you like it when I watch you?”
Her eyes flash at my words, and a triumphant feeling swells in my chest.Imade her feel this good. This confident.
“You like how hard you make me, Aly? Do you want me to push my cock in your throat so you can swallow me when you come? I want to feel you moan with those pretty lips wrapped around me. Yes. Just like that.”
Her hands are moving faster now, breathing desperately. She pushes her chest out and her tits just barely brush my cock as I stroke faster, harder, imagining her hot mouth on me, and the way she’d whine.
“Come for me. Right now.”
It takes a second, but I see the tremble go through her—from the top of her head to her very toes. She lets out a surprised gasp, fingers buried deep, clit sensitive as she plays with herself. She comes just like that, on her knees with her head tipped back.
I can’t stop myself. Cum shoots out in heavy ropes, landing on her breasts and dripping down her skin, belly, and onto the bedspread. I curse in Russian, a ball of heat tightening my gut as it just keeps coming and coming and Aly moans, slumping down further, mouth dropped open.
“Fuck,” I curse quietly, jerking on the last stroke. It’s so good it almost hurts. That sweet pleasure-pain I was telling her about earlier, that I want to make her feel.
She’s catching her breath on the bed. Staring up at me with heavy, satisfied eyes. But when I look back, her gaze drops away.
She closes her legs achingly, and lean to the side to search out her robe.
Our fingers brush as we both find it. She jerks back. I straighten, hold it out to her, tuck myself away surreptitiously.
“This doesn’t happen again,” I say finally, the lie thin even to my own ears.
Aly lets out a shaky laugh that sounds close to tears, the robe clutched to her chest.
I turn away before I can do something irreversible, before I forget every reason I have for restraint. I leave her there, knowing with brutal clarity that I have already gone too far.
