And maybe she did, but not with me and not all the time.
When I approached her, she tensed, her back toward me and her ass on full display.
I gathered her hair to the side and leaned over her naked body, my lips against her ear and my bulge against her backside.“What a good girl you are for me, Astrid.”
She whimpered softly, her tits grazing against the couch cushion.“Please …”
“Please, what?”
“Please, collar me.”She pressed her thighs together.“I need it.”
Fingertips skimming down her back, I wrapped my arm around her hip and sank my hand between her thighs.Her cunt was dripping with her juices,with anticipation.I pushed my fingers between her pussy lips and found her clit.Her knees buckled, but I held her in place.
“How badly do you need my collar?”I murmured.
“Really badly,” she cried, gently bucking her cunt against my hand.“Please, Cairo.”
“You have to show me,” I ordered, grinding my bulge against her ass.It was becoming harder by the second, and I was becoming too desperate to really wait for her to show me anything.“Prove how much you want it.”
But patience and delayed gratification were always rewarded.Always.
“I’ll do anything,” she said in a breath, peering back at me, her eyes in a daze.
She reached behind herself and found my bulge with her hand, stroking me through my jeans, as if sheneededit.And, God, did I want to give it to her.
My dick throbbed.“Turn around and touch yourself for me.”
She widened her eyes, as if she was surprised by my request, yet she turned around and sat on the edge of the couch, staring up at me through her lashes.“You want me to … to …” She dropped her gaze to her pussy, then looked back up.
I dropped to my knees and placed the collar on the cushion next to her.“Touch yourself.”
After a small whimper, she spread her legs.I placed my hands on her knees to move them apart even more and guided her feet up onto the couch.She pushed a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit, her brow furrowed in pleasure.
“Cairo,” she whined, moving her fingers faster and faster.“Please, collar me.”
I peppered kisses up her inner thigh as she pleasured herself, and when I reached her cunt, I gently pushed two fingers inside her.Her legs jerked upward, and she moaned.I found her G-spot and massaged it.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” I murmured, my breath on her cunt.“Can you come all over my fingers for me?”I placed another wet kiss on her inner thigh, grinding my dick against the couch.“If you do, I’ll buckle the collar around your throat.”
When the words left my mouth, she clenched around me and moved her fingers faster against her clit.She held her breath, cheeks becoming flushed and body tensing.I pushed her left knee to the side to climb up her body, fastening my mouth to her nipple and sucking.
She sank her fingers into the cushions and cried out in pleasure, her pussy pulsing around my fingers and her legs trembling uncontrollably.Her eyes were shut, her brows knitted, her mouth ajar.
Fuck, she’s so sexy.
“Am I a good girl for you?”she cried through the orgasm.“Please, tell me that I’m a good girl.”
“You’re a good girl,” I murmured, keeping my fingers buried inside her.“My good girl.”
For another few moments, she rode out the orgasm, then slowly fluttered her eyes open and stared up at me through a haze.I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and grabbed the collar, unfastening it.
“Turn around and bend over the couch again,” I ordered.
Astrid twisted onto her stomach and pushed herself up onto her knees, leaning her upper body against the couch back, pulling her hair to the side.Her legs were spread, her pussy glistening with her juices.
I tugged myself out of my jeans and positioned myself at her entrance.I had never been inside of anyone before, didn’t have experience like the others in The Crew did, but I had a craving for Astrid, one so primal that I pushed all my nerves to the side and became another man when I was with her.
“God, please,” she cried.“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you being inside?—”
