And again.
She makes me watch as she comes, moaning my name, telling me her fantasies. It’s exquisite fucking torture, and I both love and hate every second of it.
By the time she’s finished her fourth orgasm, pre-cum is leaking down my cock. She sucks her fingersclean.
“Now,” she whispers. “Do as you’re told, or you’ll never come.”
This time, I follow every instruction to the fucking letter. I’m so desperate to fuck her, to bend her over and smack her ass until it glows red. I want to bury my cock down her throat until she cries off her mascara, until I empty myself into her.
But I’m patient. And obedient.
Both things I hate being.
“Stop.”
I release my cock. My skin is hot. My dick is painfully hard. Sweat peppers my chest.
“Lie down. I want to ride your face.”
Oh, hell yes.
I lie back, and as she straddles my mouth, I grip her thighs. And thank fuck, she doesn’t hold back. She sits with her full weight, and I devour her.
This building could be on fire, and I’d be happy dying with her sitting right here.
She moans and rides me, not gentle or soft. She bucks, gripping my hair as I lick and taste her. I’ve forgotten all about how hard I am and I focus entirely on her beautiful pussy on my mouth, and her sweet little moans as she takes pleasure from me.
“Oh, Guy, use your fingers, please …” I waste no time sucking on my finger before teasing her ass, my tongue sucking her clit. “Yes, yes, fucking yes—” Her grip on my hair burns, but the sound she makes as she comes has me forgetting the pain. She squirts over my beard and face, and I lap up every damn drop.
The moment she moves off me, I miss the feel of her. She straddles my waist, heaving in breaths, and I run my hands up her body, cupping and massaging her breasts.
“I like telling you what to do,” she murmurs, a small smile on her lips.
“Surprisingly, I like it, too,” I admit.
She grins down at me. “But when I say switch, I want you to take over again. Am I clear?”
“Crystal.” I pull her down and kiss her, and to my ever-growing delight, she licks the taste of herself off my lips. And then with slow, patient movements, she slides her pussy onto my cock, gripping me with her warmth. “Fuck?—”
“Oh, God,” she cries out. “I forgot how big you are.”
“I’ll try not to be too offended by that.”
Her laugh is breathy. “You know what I mean.” And then she rolls her hips, a perfect, smooth movement that has my cock twitching inside her. “You have the most perfect dick, Chief.”
She rocks against me again and then plants her hands flat on my chest.
And she rides me.
Slow at first.
Her head drops back, her lips parted on breathy sighs.
But she steadily picks up speed, her nails pressed into my skin, until she’s riding me like a fucking pro.
I grip her hips, squeezing my eyes closed as she makes me feel things I didn’t even think were fucking possible. She’s tight, soaked, wrapped around my cock like a warm fist. Pleasure builds at the base of my spine, but I fight it off, eager to make this last as long as I possibly can.
I open my eyes and lose breath at the sight of her.
