My sweet girl. So fucking perfect.
This might be a punishment for her, but not being able to sink my dick into her is just as much torture for her as it is for me.
“Answer me, Blake,” I demand as she tugs on her restraints. She’s pissed I'm not giving in, but only good girls get to come. I’m not a complete asshole. Maybe by the end of this, I’ll give her what she wants, but for now, I want her soaking wet and needy.
“Yes,” she says barely above a whisper, clearly hating to admit that she’s loving every second of this.
“Then you’re going to suck my cock, and maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you come.” A smirk kicks up at the side of my mouth when she nods. “Spread those legs for me, firefly. Let me see what’s mine,” I growl, my tone low and laced with desire for the woman who owns my soul.
Now, I could release her from the handcuffs, let her get up and get on her knees for me, but I like how she’s currently lying—breathless, cheeks flushed, and her cunt dripping only for me.
I climb onto the bed, and it dips under my heavy weight. Her body instinctively shifts toward me, her head lifting to meet me. My thighs bracket each side of her body as I lean in, grip my dick, and smear the pre-cum across her lips. Her tongue darts out, swiping across and whimper at the taste. A growl rumbles deep within my chest as I watch her.
“Want more? Want me to fuck this throat of yours raw?” I ask, dragging my dick back and forth along her lips.
Blake nods, words apparently failing her, causing me to smirk. A single move forward and my cock is slowly entering her beautiful mouth. She moans around my length as if tasting the best meal she’s ever had. My hands slap the bedroom wall, holding me up but also giving me leverage as I begin to fuck her face. My control slips furtherwith each second she deep throats me, the handcuffs rattling against the headboard the more I sink into her.
I glance down. Drool runs down her chin, the excess saliva making her movements easier. I groan, my head thrown back as my body enjoys every single fucking second. My hips shift back and forth in a rhythm that’s driving me fucking insane—not too quick but not too slow. The way I want to come down her throat holds me hostage.
To cum or not to cum, that is the question.
The sounds she’s making aren’t helping either—long, low whimpers as she shifts under me, wanting to get closer but also trying to relieve herself at the same time.
“You take me so well, firefly. I could spend hours like this,” I grind out, breathless. “You sucking my dick, showing me how much of a good girl you can be.” My hand runs through her hair before I wrap it in a fist and pick up my pace. My balls draw up tight, but before I can come, I pull back, my chest heaving with such intensity I’m surprised I can even stand up.
Even after all these years, her mouth wrapped around me is the best feeling ever. Well, that and her cunt.
My dick pops free, and I watch as the drool drips down the sides of her mouth, her mascara running down her cheeks under the blindfold.
She’s a beautiful fucking mess.
“Theo, please don’t make me wait anymore,” she pleads, her thighs clenching under me.
God, I want her. Want to sink myself so far into her I don’t know where either one of us begins or ends… but I refuse to. This little wench of mine needs to learn that we don’t fuck around with her safety… ever.
Moving slowly down her body, I kiss every inch of her. Her neck, collarbone, and in between her luscious tits. I can’t help myself, though, as I take her right nipple into my mouth, sucking hard before gently biting, bracing myself on my arms so as not to crush her.
“Aggghh,” she calls out, her body both simultaneously moving closer and away from me. “Why do you hate me?” she whines, and it just makes me grin.
“Oh, firefly. I don’t hate you… I never did,” I murmur against her flushed skin.
“Then please make me come,” she begs, but I can tell from her tone she’s getting annoyed.
“In a minute,” I reply, taking her nipple back into my mouth, but it's more of a jumbled threat, though, as my mouth is stuffed full again.
“I swear to fucking Christ…” she begins.
I glance up, an audible pop sounding as I release her tit to reply, “Or what, Blake? Doesn’t look like you can do much from where I’m sitting.” I smirk when she pouts, knowing she’s shit out of luck with her threat.
Rolling onto my side, I reach down and run a finger through her slit, gathering her wetness and smearing it across her clit, rubbing in gentle circles. Her hips bow off the bed, chasing my finger. Her mouth parts as her head falls back, her legs spreading wider.
“Kiss me,” she says breathlessly.
“With fucking pleasure,” I growl, wondering how much longer I can last edging her when I’m only edging myself as well.
Gripping her face in my hand, I tilt her toward me and slam my lips onto hers, my tongue invading her mouth. My brain goes into meltdown, and all I can think of is her—the combined smell of us and the taste of heron my tongue.
Drawing back, I say, “Hands and knees, Blake.” She halts for a moment, and I can sense something's going on. It dawns on me why she would hesitate. I cup her cheek gently, leaning in close. “It’s just me, baby. He’s not here. It’s just us.”
