I pick up my speed. “No? So if I were to ask you to take off your panties for me, would I not find you pussy weeping for my cock?”
She gives me a firm shake of her head, eyes half lidded with lust. She wants mebad.
“Shall we test that theory, honey?”
Another firm shake of her head.
“I thought so,” I chuckle. I rest my shoulder blades leisurely against the tile behind me, palming my cock. “You’re gonna stand there like a good girl and watch me come undone to the thought of your panties dripping because of my cock. Got it?” I rasp, slowly jerking my dick again. I’m so close, I’m surprised I didn’t combust the moment I saw her eyeing my dick with hunger.
“But what if I?—”
“No buts,” I cut her off. “You wanted to watch,so enjoy the show, Maisie, and know this is because of you.” She gulps, squirming uncomfortably under my heated gaze. Her hand brushes the hem of her pants, and she lets out a breathy moan. She needs release. My dick pulses, ready to explode. “No touching yourself either,” I warn, my throat gravely.
“Gray,” she whines, her chest heaving in time with each thrust of my hips into my hand.
“Yes, gorgeous?” Fuck, I’m so damn close. Hearing my nickname on her lips is basically her begging for me to come.
Her eyes widen when I pick up my pace, my heavy pants echoing around us. She’s crept closer, now standing in the doorway. Her tongue peeks out, wetting her bottom lip, her eyes darting from mine to my cock. She seems to be at a loss for words. Me, on the other hand, I’m falling apart.
“You make me so horny, woman. I can’t fucking think straight when you’re around.” She whimpers, her hand twitching at her side, but she doesn’t move to touch herself. “Good girl,” I growl, giving my tip one last tug before I’m coming. “Fuck,” I scream, painting the shower wall in front of me. “Goddamit,” I curse, dropping my head to the glass.
My dick pulses a few more times before I drop it and gather myself. When I look up, Maisie looks like she’s on the verge of coming herself. Her cheeks are flushed, chest heaving, lashes fluttering. My girl needs to come bad, and I intend to give it to her.
I quickly rinse down my shower, wrapping a towel around my hips. My hair is dripping all over the floor, but I have more important plans. Each step I take towards Maisie, she takes one back.
“What are you doing?” she heaves, retreating into my bedroom.
“I want my dessert.”
“You’ll have to catch me first,” she squeals, turning around and booking it out of my room.
I give chase, not caring if I lose my towel in the process. “Youcan’t hide from me in my own house,” I taunt, running right behind her. Surprisingly, she stops at her door and turns to face me.
“Beg to taste me,” she demands, a mischievous smirk on her face.
“Please let me taste you. I’ve been fucking dying to know how sweet you taste on my tongue,” I plead, and I mean every fucking word. This woman has reduced me to pure need. She’s throwing my little game back in my face, and I’ll go along with it if it gets me what I want.
Her.
“On your knees, and ask nicely,” she demands.
I’ve never dropped to my knees so fast in my life. Usually, I’m the dominant one, but I’m loving this confident Maisie taking the reins, so I’ll allow it this once. It’s hot as shit. “Please,” I beg.
Her smile takes up her whole face before she steps back. “Maybe next time, cowboy,” she sings before slamming her door in my face.
What the fuck? “Open the door, Maisie,” I yell, slamming my palm on her door. I hear the rustling of a drawer before it slams shut.
Buzz.
“Maisie, did you hear me?”
Buzzzzzz.
Her whimpers can be heard through the door. I don’t even need to press my ear to it. “Fuck yes,” she moans.
“Are you using a toy on yourself?” I yell through the door. Shit, I might come at the thought. This woman will be the death of me.
“Grayson,” she cries. “Ahh, that feels so good. I’m gonna…I’m gonna c-come,” she pants.
