“I know you want me to fuck your pussy raw, fuck you ’til you squeal, ’til you’re addicted to my cock. Unfortunately, you didn’t say that.”
“Wh-What are you going to do to me instead?” I stammer.
He laughs softly. “I’m certainly not going to fuck you.”
“What?” I squeak. If he didn’t have his hand in my hair, I would turn around and curse at him. “Dickwad.”
He responds by stroking me hard, making me shudder.
“I told you. I really need you to work for it, show me you’re worthy of my cum in your mouth. You know I only want the best of the best.”
I can’t see him, but I know he’s smirking. “No, please, I want—”
“Too late. The terms of tonight’s agreement have already been negotiated. I’m just going to eat you out until you beg for mercy.”
My whole body shudders as his presses his mouth between my legs, his tongue licking up the slit to my ass.
“God, your cunt tastes so fucking good. I’m going to enjoy this.” His fingers tighten in my hair, the only indication that I’m having any effect on him at all.
Me? I’m ready to explode.
“Please, Salinger.”
“It’s Mr. Svensson in bed.”
“Fuck you, Salinger. Give me your cock.”
“Where? Here?” Two fingers slide into me. My pussy flexes around his fingers as he thrusts. His fingers curl. “Like that?”
“Man up and fuck me,” I pant as he strokes me.
He responds by sucking on my clit. With him fingerfucking me, his tongue swirling and sucking on my clit, I’m gone, choking on a scream as the orgasm hits me in waves.
“Shit.” My thighs are trembling.
“We’re not done.” His grip leaves my hair, then both hands spread me as his tongue laps at my opening.
“I don’t know if I—”
“I told you, Mandy.” He licks me again, making me quake. “I need star players.”
My head lolls forward.
“Let me hear you. Tell me how good it feels.” He gives me a long, slow lick.
I moan in pleasure.
“Louder.”
I cry out as he sucks my clit, working it with his tongue. My hips rock back against his mouth, making needy circles, spreading my juices all over his face.
He reaches forward, teasing my nipple and driving me over the edge of pleasure, then he pauses.
“Please,” I whine, “let me finish.”
“I told you, I like begging. It’s highly motivating.”
“Please, Mr. Svensson,” I beg as he plays with my tits, not touching my pussy, leaving me there hanging by a razor-sharp thread. “Please, I’m a good girl—I’m a good little prisoner.”
