“Please, please, please!”
But all she does is smile and play with me like it’s funny that I’m so into her. But I can’t help what I like, what I crave. I’ve always known nothing could satisfy my thirst quite like she could, but I never once thought I’d actually be subjected to her every whim.
She removes her heel, and I nearly wish she didn’t, because my cock is still half hard and wishing for more despite the fact that I already came twice.
“You’re sensitive, aren’t you?”
I nod, hoping she won’t notice just how much and why, but I struggle to control my emotions when it comes to her.
She’s literally the only one I’ve ever wanted, and it terrifies me.
It terrifies me that this one person can have such a visceral hold over me.
And now she’s here, hovering over me with that bright smile and those killer eyes, subjecting me to her filth, while my body is already in nirvana.
She sits back down on top of my chest and hooks her fingers underneath her own top, and I swallow from the sight. “What are you doing?”
“I think you need a little … encouragement.”
She tugs at the top, revealing all the tattoos riddling her skin underneath.
But the second her tits spill out, my jaw is literally on the floor.
They are massive.
And pierced, too.
So fucking hot and so fucking perfect.
I raise my hands, desperate to feel them in my palms, but she grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. “No touching, Xavier. You haven’t earned the fucking right.” She smiles. “Use your tongue instead.”
Her tits are nearly in reach of my mouth, and my tongue dips out to attempt to lick her hardened nipples. Just one taste. Just one and I’m already whimpering and thrusting into the air from sheer hunger.
God, I yearn for her.
“Yes, just like that. Suck like a good boy.”
I lift my head as far as I can go, straining against her grip on my arms, while I suck on her taut nipples until my hard-on throbs, ready to spout.
“You gonna come for me?” she murmurs.
“Yes, fuck yes,” I moan.
“Do it. Come all over my back and coat me with your cum.”
Her words send me over the edge, and I shoot out another load while groaning like a madman. My face turns beet red as I lunge for her nipples, kissing and sucking at them like it’ll be the last chance I ever have. When the orgasm subsides, she grabs my shaft, which twitches in the palm of her pretty hands.
“Such a pretty face you make when you come,” she muses.
“Fuck …” I breathe out a sigh, but every one of her fingers plays my thickness like a piano.
“Still so sensitive,” she says. “Even after three times. How many more times can you come for me?”
“What?” I mutter, completely delirious.
Her face darkens. “Do it again.”
Panic slowly begins to settle. “Are you serious?”
