I sink deeper and deeper, his thick cock still hard as a rock as I lean over to grab his wrists.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
When I’m all the way to the base, his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head, and another filthy-as-hell moan slips from his mouth.
“Fuck, so good,” he moans.
I chuckle. “Enjoy it while it lasts, stalker boy.”
I gyrate on top of him, enjoying myself to the fullest on his length, not giving a shit that I’m still covered in the blood of my victim.
My face is so close to his that I can feel his breath on my skin, the desire palpable even from here, and I lean in to give himthe tiniest of pecks next to his lips. His mouth moves closer, searching permission, but I lean back to watch him struggle just a little longer.
He looks so pathetically cute when he yearns.
“Does the blood bother you?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No. It looks good on you.”
Charmer.
Smiling, I sit on his lap to circle around and around until I’m wet as fuck, then begin playing with myself right in front of him.
“You’ve never felt what it’s like to be fucked by a woman …” I murmur. “Have you even seen a woman come before?”
His eyes follow my every move as I flick my fingers back and forth across my most sensitive spot. “Only in porn.”
“It doesn’t compare to reality,” I reply, circling my slit. “You want this?”
He bites his lip, clearly excited as he throbs inside me. “Please …”
His hands rise, but I shove them back down onto the grass again. “No touching. I will teach you how to please me in due time.”
He gulps. “Teach me how?”
“You need to learn what it’s like to fuck a woman and make her happy. Because you definitelywantme to be happy.”
It’s not just a warning. It’s a threat.
If I’m not happy, no one is. I’ll make sure of that.
I throw my hair back as I gyrate on top of him, and my fingers curl around my clit. “Now watch.”
My fingers slip back and forth in a circling motion, while my other hand slides up to my breast, and I squeeze my nipples. His dick throbs inside me, and I smile as he fights his own arousal.
“Please …” he groans. “Please, let me touch you.”
“Stay like a good boy,” I warn him.
He grumbles in frustration. “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
“I know,” I reply. “But this isn’t for you, this is for me. If you’re gonna be my pet, better come prepared, Xavier. Your body is my toy.Mine. And I do with my toys whatever I desire.”
I rise and fall on top of his shaft, using it as my own goddamn personal fuck toy while I bring myself to a peak.
“Now feel what it’s like to be owned by a woman.”
I tilt my head back and plant one hand firmly on his chest while the orgasmic waves overflow me, and I let out a moan into the night sky filled with all the pent-up rage and arousal that kill and fuck left me in.
