Her eyes narrow. “Are you sure?”
I clench my jaw. “Princess, you’re the last woman I slept with. Because as soon as I got a taste of you, every other became irrelevant. You’re all I need. I wouldn’t dare to try and touch anyone else.”
“Good,” she says, and I know she believes me. She pulls my cock out, wrapping her hand around it, and my head falls back. She squeezes it a little, precum dripping all over her palm when she starts stroking me, with slow, rough movements that make my mind go into a frenzy.
My hands reach her hips, lifting her slightly. She moves her underwear to the side, then positions herself on the tip of my cock. My eyes snap open, and I almost come as soon as she lowers herself onto me, the expression of pure bliss on her face.
Her tight walls tense around me, and Sophia moans, biting her bottom lip. I grip her hips tighter, slamming her down onto me in one, rough thrust. She screams out my name in that soft, needy voice of hers, and it’s hard to hold back.
“Ride me, Princess,” I instruct, my voice hoarse. “Let me see you ride my cock.”
Sophia puts her hands on my shoulders, then slowly starts to move on top of me. She holds intense eye contact, not looking away from me for a single second. I start guiding her, adding more ferocity to the movements.
My cock twitches inside of her, and her eyes roll to the back of her head, her long nails digging into my skin over the thin material of my shirt.
“Fuck, Soren,” she moans, my heart hammering in my chest at the delicious sound.
“That’s it,” I urge, and she follows the movements of my hands. She changes the pace, bouncing on my cock roughly, quickly, and long enough to drive me fucking insane. “Such a good little whore for me.”
“Soren,” she gasps out.
“Yes, Princess?” I reach up, pushing a strand of her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. It’s her first time riding me — or anyone, for that matter and since she’s not the most athletic person I know of, I’m not surprised that she lacks stamina.
“I can’t do it for much longer.”
“Aw,” I mock softly, then slap her cheek. She moans as myhand connects with her cheek, her eyes gaining a dark, twisted gleam to them that makes me want to torture her even more. “Did I fucking ask? You’ll bounce on my cock like the good little slut you are until I say it’s enough. Do you understand me?”
“But—”
I slap her again, and it shuts her up. She moans, and it’s as if those little slaps are all the encouragement she needs. She narrows her eyes, and I cannot express the next ten minutes.
She’s wilding on me, slamming down and taking my cock as deep as possible, eyes rolling to the back of her head from ecstasy. Her cheeks are in a deep shade of pink, her lips swollen, and I fucking wish I had my phone on me to take a picture of how perfect she looks right now.
“I’m close,” she whimpers, my heart stuttering in my chest.
I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking it back, and exposing her throat to my hungry eyes. Immediately, my lips are on the sensitive flesh, kissing, sucking, and biting, until I’m certain there will be a mark left.
“Beg,” I order, and she shivers. “Beg to come on my cock, Princess.”
“Please,” she gasps, and I tighten my grip on her hair.
“Please, what?”
“Please, Soren, let me come.”
I tsk, biting harshly on the side of her neck, and she releases something between a moan and a whine. “Not good enough.”
My other hand travels up her skirt, spanking her ass twice, and I can’t resist the urge to grope the supple flesh, moaning against her neck at the feeling of her ass under my palm.
“Please,” she cries out, and when I pull away to look at her, she has tears in her eyes. “Please, let me come.”
“Fuck, you crying while begging to come on my cock is the prettiest I’ve ever seen you,” I groan, then grab her hips.
Her eyes widen momentarily as I start to slam her down on my cock, her moans and all the pretty, little sounds that leave her mouth coming out in louder volumes, her entire body trembling.
“Please!” She screams out, and I can’t hold on anymore.
“Come on my cock, Princess. Let me feel you soak me.”
