I may be determined to win, but I always reward exemplary work.
She threads her hands through my hair and yanks my head backward until I’m looking up at her, then she brushes her tits lightly over my face. I now realize I need to pray to God and thank him—her, them?—for blessing her with the hottest, more gorgeous set of tits ever created.
I slide the next bill into her thong.
She flips around and straddles my legs, facing away from me, and I’m frozen, staring at her bare ass cheeks and her slip of a thong directly in front of my face. I flex my jaw, and my groan is reduced to a grunt. She bends down and wraps her hands around her ankles, and it takes everything in me to hold back and not clamp my mouth down and bite her ass. She arches her back and slowly stands up, flipping her hair, and it tumbles down her back.
Then she slowly, so slowly it’s almost criminal, lowers herself until she’s sitting, straddling my lap, still facing away from me. She reaches behind with one arm and wraps her hand around the back of my neck and rolls her hips, grinding her ass into my cock.Fuckity fuck.I’m already hard, and now it’s torture keeping my cock in my pants, it’s straining so hard. I tuck a third bill into her thong.
Good god, this woman.
I refuse to lose.
But I may have very much underestimated my opponent.
Just as I grab her hips, wishing she was moving like this with my cock inside her, she flips around and slides off, kneeling in front of me. She places both of her hands on my knees, and rolls her body up along mine again, this time brushing her tits over my cock. Her breath grazes my neck before she arches back again, and those perfect tits are once again thrust right in my face as the rest of her arches away.
I shove two more bills into her thong.
She moves away from me, still swaying, moving sinuously to the slow erotic pulse of the music. She turns, facing away from me, and slides her hands up her ass, up her sides, then her arms reach the clasp of her bra. She undoes it then slowly peels the bands away from one another. She turns to the side just slightly. I can’t see her tits, she hides them with a slightly raised shoulder, but I watch as the black strap of her bra snakes its way down her arm until it’s around her wrist and falls with a softthudto the floor.
When she turns around, both her hands cup her breasts, but her breasts are large enough compared to her hands that ample cleavage spills out in all directions. I adjust my cock again.The traitor.My pants feel like a jail, and my cock is begging for freedom.
She walks back toward me, and this time she slowly lowers herself to straddle me while facing me. Then her hands turn inward, and she leans back and with aching slowness, sliding her hands down her breasts then down her stomach. When her hands leave her breasts, I’m rewarded only a partial view of her perfect tits since her hair hangs over them, but as she leans back more, her nipples peak through, and her hair slides out of the way. All I want to do is lean forward and take one of those perfect nipples in my mouth.
Her hands finish their descent, brushing over her pussy, and I hiss as they ghost over my cock. I add three more hundred-dollar bills to her thong. She arches more, with her hands anchored on my knees, and grinds up and down the length of my cock.
Shit. Junior isn’t handling this well. It’s too sensitive, and the straining against my pants with the perfect, rolling motion of her pussy is sending sparks and blood pumping through it.
Her back straightens from its arch, and she leans forward, placing both hands on the back of my chair and resting herforearms on my shoulders, and then she starts to move again. Now all I can think of is how much I want to be inside her.
Focus, brain.
She rises, rolling her hips in ways that are definitely illegal in some places in the world—I’m sure of it—and again, she lightly drags her tits and then her pussy up my chest. Her tits brush my face, and this time there’s no hiding my groan.
Fucking hell, I’m going to lose.
No, I’m not.
Focus, brain. Shut up, cock.
But shut up, it will not. And maybe Ella has a point. Maybe because I haven’t been inside her for two days, maybe because I’ve been near her all day and couldn’t touch her, and also maybe because I watched that leaked video of her doing that dance in those fucking heels, like, fifteen times—but my cock is near its end.
I’ve had an entire day of temptation without release.
An entire day of looking at Ella and imaging all the depraved things I want to do to her.
An entire day of wishing my cock was sheathed inside her because lately that’s the only place I want to be and the only place I feel whole.
No matter the reasons, I’m about to lose this little contest. No matter how hard I’m concentrating. No matter how much I hate losing.
And she’s not just winning, she’s about to fucking destroy me.
And when she leans back and grinds her pussy again along my lap and up my chest, I can smell the dampness between her legs. My last tether slips, and I explode. Like a fourteen-year-old, I bust a nut in my pants, staining my very expensive tux with a load of hot cum.
Ella leans forward again, hearing my shout, and smiles triumphantly. She reaches down and runs her hands over mycock, chuckling darkly when she feels the damp circle on my pants.
“Pay up, Langford.”
