Summer’s hands reach for the waistband of my boxers and stay there while she peeks at me once more, catching my grin, which I don’t care to hide. I gave her pleasure last night, so it’s fitting for her to return the favor. At least, I hope that’s what she’s going for, and she’s not about to chop my dick off.
Her thighs—fuck, those thighs—glide further down on me, revealing a full-blown rock-hard erection that’s fighting to spring free from my boxers. She pulls them down, her eyes holding mine with a gleam that saysI can either end you now or fuck you till your end. That’s her way of telling me she likes me, right? Or am I just repeating such self-soothing thoughts to keep calm in a situation I have zero control over, with a woman who can pull a rabbit out of my ass with her tricks?
Summer’s attention falls to my cock, while I zero in on her eyes widening more than enough for me to know she loves what she’s seeing.
“That’s quite the superior example of a dick you have.” It’s the first time in my life I’m certain there’s so much smugness on my face that it’s practically seeping out of my pores. “Too bad it’s attached to your personality, which renders it unfuckable.”
And she manages to eviscerate it completely, as hers takes over.
She wraps her hand around my girth, and I let out an approving growl, but she doesn’t look at me. My cock has all her attention, and Ican proudly claim my smugness again. Unfuckable personality? Yeah, right! She’s as fucked up as I am, and that’s one of the things we like about each other.
My little demon licks her lower lip and catches it between her teeth. I said I was feeling lucky in the morning, but could I be that lucky?
Deep blue eyes lock on mine, while her hand starts moving, slow and deliberate, up and down my shaft, and I crave more, looking forward to every stroke. Unrushed movements with a firm grip, lacking any shyness or timidity. Her hand swirls a bit, making me shudder, a jolt of pure ecstasy sending a frisson up my spine, forcing my eyes to close. How can she give me so much pleasure with so little effort?
But then she halts, and my eyes snap open even before my brain can properly process what the sound of her mellifluous voice carries.
“Eyes on me when I give you pleasure!”
My own words from last night, boomeranging right back at me.
But instead of proceeding, her hand pulls away from me, and I am ready to beg her not to stop.
“What? Why? I mean... I-I am looking. My eyes are on you.” On a scale of 1 to 10 for sounding desperate, I hit 100.
“Having a stroke again, honey?” she mocks my distorted speech. “I’m not gonna let you come. And you’re spending the night here, tied like a dog on a leash, unable to jerk off, unable to touch me...”
Summer pauses, and her hands find the bottom of her T-shirt, pulling it off her body. I’m left with the sight of absolutely flawless, round breasts, begging to be squeezed, her pink, hard nipples luring me into complete surrender. Silky red hair, spilled all around them, is the single thing touching those perfections when it should be my hands, my mouth, even my dick there instead.
“Fuckin’ hell! It’s a crime against humanity to be hiding those.” Once she’s mine, she’ll never wear clothes around the house, letting me drool over her tits at all times.
“Thank you! I grew them myself,” she adds with a smile, kneading her breasts with both palms, making my mouth water and my dick jump at the sight. “But you ruined my perfect little speech.”
She lowers herself on top of me, those breasts that are making me cross-eyed, bare against my chest. A rumbling sound comes out of me, provoked by pleasure in its purest form. My cock presses into her belly as she gives me more than an ample amount of her skin on mine. The softness, the sweet scent, everything about her makes me a madman.
Those luscious lips are so close to mine, I lift myself up enough to reach them, taste them, get the kiss I want so badly, like I’m some horny thirteen-year-old who’s never been kissed. But she pulls away, denying me that pleasure. The absence of her touch makes all the places she no longer is cold, lacking...her.
“... unable to do a thing to satisfy your desires,” she whispers her dark promise.
Next thing I know, she’s sliding off, and I’m ready to beg or whatever, so she would fuck me already.
“No. Wait! You can’t leave me like this! Come on, I was so good to you last night. I can be again. Wanna sit on my face, baby?”
“Tempting...” She pauses and zeroes in on my lips, biting her own, lust flooding her expression.
I’mdefinitelygetting lucky tonight!
“I can suffocate you like that.”
Sounds like a great way to go.
“But I’ll pass.”
What?!
“You took away my control—now I’m taking yours.”
She’s sliding off me, and I decide to clutch at a stray idea.
