“You think you’ve seen enough?” I pressed, practically straining my voice as I was ready to cum.
She nodded. “I think I get the idea.”
“Well, I think you should be my good little whore and sit on my cock… How do you like that idea?”
She stood up slowly and bit her lip as she turned around. “More than the ‘look, don’t touch’ one,” she said seductively, and like a sexy little tease, she gave me a show, slowly pulling her pants down as she leaned over, making sure I had a clear view of her tight wet cunt.
Torturing me for a little longer, I watched as she slowly stepped out of them and turned around towards me once more. Instead of walking, however, she got back on her knees as she almost made me cave into my release.
Crawling her way over to me as I moaned, she slowly trailed her hands up my legs before pushing my hands away.
Watching her dominance shine through her eyes as her actions showed submissiveness, I felt utterly at her mercy. Usually I was the aggressor, enforcing my control over her mind and body, but it seemed she was comfortable sharing the role of taking control. Not that I would expect anything different.
Her hand slowly wrapped around my cock, and I leaned my head back as she slowly licked me on the underside from the base to the tip, softly teasing at the tip of my pulsing head.
I looked down at her to see her eyes were directly set on mine. Again, she licked up my shaft, and I practically shuddered as she focused on one of the veins.
My thumb wiped the drool that fell from her lips. However, she swatted me away. I furrowed my eyebrows as she shook her head before kissing the tip of my cock seductively.
“You can look… but you can’t touch,” she clarified.
I could only throw my head back into the sofa cushions as she sucked the absolute soul out of me.
She was the epitome of a woman, a goddess, on her knees before me but making me bend to her will and her touch in every way.
She licked up the length of my shaft again, agonizingly slow at that, and I practically shuddered as her hand tightened around me.
Her siren eyes gazed up at me, a hint of innocence shining through, almost like she didn’t know she was making me suffer.
Little fucking tease.Her innocence and obliviousness were just an act. She already knew I was fucking obsessed with her. Torturing me this way instead of letting me have my way with her little mouth and cunt was pure torture, downright sadistic… and I fucking loved it.
Opening her sexy little mouth again, I groaned as she slowly took my cock into it, making sure to relax that little throat for me.
“Good girl, Flower,” I muttered, closing my eyes, almost as if the pleasure was nearly unbearable.
At first, she braced herself with her hands on my knees as she tried to force my dick down her throat, then when her nose rested against my skin, my hand found her hair as I held her nice and still.
Thankfully, she stopped with the playful and torturous antics as her hands retreated from my thighs. She rested them on her own as I leaned up, making sure she was still taking my entire length. Her eyes held tears as her breathing slowed, but my flower wanted to please me, even if that meant she wouldn’t be able to breathe for a moment or so.
Still holding her hair, I practically drilled my cock into her as her body became limp, drool spilling from the edge of her mouth.
She looked so fucking adorable taking dick down her throat.
Forcing it all the way down, I hissed as I came deep into her, forcing her to swallow my cum with no other option.
Letting her up, I cooed as she took a few deep breaths, her eyes tearing up as her hands trembled.
However, I didn’t wait much longer as I pulled her up onto the couch by her hair to straddle my thighs. Her soft little coughs and sniffles sounded like music to my ears as she allowed me to move her anywhere and in any way I wanted.
“Good girl, Flower. Just sit straight on my dick. There you go, sweetheart, all the way down,” I muttered as she angled her hips feebly before sitting down on my cock.
Her body immediately shuddered as I grabbed her hips and fucked her cunt. She held her hands on my chest for a moment before falling straight onto my shoulder as I used her on my dick.
That was one thing I loved about my flower. She was stubborn, demanding, assertive, and driven in her work, but with me, with my cock making her into my mindless slut, she was at my mercy.
She was content with me having control over when she would cum, when she would breathe, and when she would feel pleasure or pain; it was my responsibility to ease her mind.
And fuck, I don’t think I would ever get over the feeling of her little cunt taking me.
