This can’t be reality.
Her gorgeous hands can’t be playing with me right now.
I nearly choke on my breath when she pulls down my boxers, my seven-and-a-half-incher popping out like it’s ready to go again despite the cum still clinging to my skin.
She giggles and rubs the cum all over my shaft, intensifying the need coursing through my veins.
“You’re already so goddamn hard, even after you just came in your fucking pants.” She laughs. “Filthy boy.”
She circles the tip, and my toes scrunch up in my shoes from the sheer delight.
“Oh fuck,” I murmur.
“This close already?” she hums. “Are you really that pathetic, Xavier?”
It’s degrading and humiliating, yet all my senses are on fire when she plays with me.
She laughs again. “So weak, it’s almost too easy.”
There’s just something about her debasement that’s wildly erotic to me.
She jerks me off, and I moan as my balls tighten while approaching new heights, but then she releases me from her grasp. My dick bounces back and forth in the air, desperate for her touch.
“Are you going to come for me?” she asks.
“Please …” I beg.
“Please what, hmm?”
She’s enjoying this a little too much, like I’m the perfect dessert after a meal.
But I still want her, more than anything, even if it’s wrong, even if it turns me into a beggar. “Please touch me.”
She trails her nails along my shaft and flicks the tip harshly. “Do it then. Show me how badly you want me.”
I’m close, so fucking close.
“You already came in your pants just from a single touch,” she whispers into my ear. “But can you come without me even touching you?”
Her tongue darts out to lick at my neck, and my eyes roll into the back of my head while the loudest moan escapes my lungs. Cum spurts out everywhere, coating my belly and pants, while I struggle to breathe through the intense, wasted orgasm.
Fuck, I can’t even finish properly because nothing is touching me except air.
“Please …” I beg again.
But all she does is laugh. “Good boy. Let’s do that again.”
My abs strain as I nearly sit up. “What?”
She shoves me back down onto the ground. “I told you to stay, now stay like a good goddamn puppy.”
I whimper as she gets up and rubs my package with her goddamn heel, flicking the tip up and down with her gorgeous feet.
“Whimpering little thing,” she muses. “You want this?”
“Yes,” I moan. Denying her would be crazy. “Please …”
“Keep begging.”
