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“Fine,” she says, leaning forward far enough that he can wrap his lips around her protruding nipple.
Scott sucks on it greedily, rolling it between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. After a short while he switches to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment.
Taylor releases her hold on his wrists and wraps her arms around his head. Squeezing tightly, she presses his head closer in towards her, smashing his face against her chest, forcing her nipple deeper into his mouth, making it hard for him to breathe, a sensation that he finds strangely intoxicating.
With his mouth still attached to her nipple as though breast-feeding, Scott shifts his head and looks up at her face as best he can.
Taylor’s eyes are closed and her head is thrown back in ecstasy. The hollow of her neck is fully exposed. She is still grinding on Scott’s cock with just as much enthusiasm as before; if anything, she’s moving faster against him.
Scott bites down on her nipple. Not too hard, but certainly not softly.
Taylor groans and starts grinding him even more aggressively.
Scott is super-excited but in no real danger of cumming yet. Now that she is allowing him to take an active (albeit limited) part in the proceedings he’s able to divert his attention away from his own pleasure.
He bites down harder.
Taylor curses beneath her breath and bounces on his still-trapped cock even faster.
He bites down one more time, eliciting a sharp gasp from Taylor. Her body pauses, tenses up for a moment, then releases in a quick shudder. She grabs ahold of his hair and forcibly removes his mouth from her nipple. He lets it go with a pop.
Looking up at her, Scott smiles. But she glares down at him.
“Don’t try to tell me you didn’t like that,” he says.
“You did good,” she admits.
“So I get to fuck you now?”
Taylor laughs and shakes her head. “No, not yet. We’ve still got a ways to go before happens. If it even happens at all.”
“Wait a minute, what does that mean?”
“It means you have to do a hell of a lot more to please me before you get a chance to stick your dick in me,” she says. “And even if I do allow that to happen, it’s going to be me that’s fucking you. Not the other way around. But for now just shut up and do as your told, okay?”
Sulking a little bit, Scott grumbles, “Okay.”
“What?”
“Yes, mistress,” he says, still in a slightly whiny voice.
“You’re going to have to do better than that,” she says.
“Yes, mistress,” Scott says, his voice slightly more upbeat now. “Whatever you say, mistress.”
“I still don’t like your tone,” Taylor says as she climbs off him, leaving a big wet spot on his leg from her drenched pussy. “It’s too bad too, because I was going to give your cock a little bit of well-earned attention before we move on to the next thing.”
“Sorry, mistress,” he says in a truly enthusiastic manner, hoping to get back into her good graces. His cock felt like it was going to explode if it didn’t get a little loving in the near future. “I’m sorry for disappointing you. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
“It’s too late now,” she says. “Maybe next time you’ll think a little harder before acting like a spoiled brat. Now lie down on the couch lengthwise with your back to the cushions and your face towards the ceiling.”
Scott does as he’s told without putting up a fight. Even though he’s protesting at every turn he is truly starting to enjoy the submissive role. Taylor had been spot-on earlier when she’d said there is something liberating about just doing what you are told. He doesn’t know if it’s the lack of responsibility or the feeling of helplessness or something else entirely but he is definitely getting used to it. Even looking forward to it.
He is just starting to wonder what’s going to come next when Taylor climbs atop him, scoots forward until she’s straddling his head, then drops her suddenly panty-less pussy right onto his face, engulfing his mouth and nose, smothering him completely.
Caught off guard, Scott gasps for breath. But there’s no air to be found. His world consists of Taylor’s inner flesh and nothing else. Like a fish out of water he struggles, overwhelmed by the sweet and tangy stickiness of her juices.
