“Only good girls get permission to come,” I groan, pulling out to the tip.
This won’t be an easy or short lesson.
She drags in a lungful of air, her face teary and swollen. She looks drugged as she clenches her thighs and I slap her tit. “Look at you, desperate for my cock. Craving a release. I might reconsider it if you tell me who the fuck you belong to.”
“Myself.”
I give her throat a little squeeze. “Wrong fucking answer.”
Her eyes blow up and before she can say something else, I shove my cock back in one hard thrust. Teasing her gag reflex, I bury my length in her throat––taking my pleasure while it demands everything in me not to come.
I give her another breather and, like the smart woman she is, she gulps the much-needed air and doesn’t give me attitude. She’s fucked, and she knows it. I won’t stop until she accepts and admits the truth.
“Whose are you?”
She glares at me, saliva rolling down the corners of her mouth, her chin wet with spit.
“Silence is not the right answer either.” I shake my head and push back, alternating between slow thrusts and hard ones, from a gentle to a frantic rhythm.
She’s a mess. A beautiful, horny, and wet mess, opening her mouth to suck and lick me as she squirms beneath me, craving friction to ease the pressure.
“That’s my good girl.” I caress her hair, praising her.
Her teeth graze my cock, and it sends a zap of pleasure and pain through me, electrifying my insides.
I warned her.
Cupping her breast, I pinch her nipple, and she cries out, panting heavily as I fuck her mouth until my balls grow heavy with my impending release.
The intense pleasure shoots straight from my marrow, and I pull out, erupting all over her face and chest.
“I don’t need to hear you say it to know that you are mine.”
She doesn’t want to accept facts. Fine. It won’t be long until she explodes and gives me what I desire. Sexual frustration is something she’s not used to.
Letting her stew, I move to my side of the chaise, my knees still weak from my release, hearing her heavy breathing and her teeth gnashing together.
“And if you dare to make yourself come without my permission, I’ll bind your hands and legs.”
“You fucking asshole.”
I shrug. “Just three words. That’s all I need, baby, and I will give you all the orgasms, everything you wish and more.”
“I hate you,” she says hoarsely.
“It’s not that. Maybe next time.” I stand up and go to the kitchen to prepare her some chamomile tea.
When I return, I find her in a cross-legged position, staring at the horizon, cum and spit sticking to her face and chest. Theimage is so potent, I struggle not to say fuck it and give her whatever she desires.
I reach out my arm with the mug. “Made you some tea.”
“I hoped for some manners,” she snickers, but takes it from my hand and places it on the coffee table.
I chuckle and tip her face up, gathering some of my cum and her spit with my thumb before slipping it inside her mouth.
She sucks on it, and as our eyes meet, she swallows me whole––even better than she can swallow my cock. I am drowning in her and fuck if I want to resurface.
“Such a beautiful mouth who can sass me but not tell the truth. I’ll fuck it out of you. You’ll see, baby.”
