Stressful.
I needed to laugh. To have fun. To find my happy again.
And if rippin' the panties of this woman gave me a little bit of that? Well, shit, I'd be glad to do it every damn day.
When she gathered herself, my viper of a woman slipped the panties from her leg and gripped my thighs.
The heat of her palms burned through my skin as she positioned herself between my legs, her eyes never leaving mine. That vicious smile curved her lips again, the one that promised trouble and pleasure in equal measure.
Her fingers traced slow patterns on my skin, deliberate and torturous. I could feel the shift in power between us—she knew exactly what she was doing, and I was completely at her mercy.
When she finally—finally—gripped my dick in her hand, I let out a low groan.
"Such a good boy," she cooed and my cock jerked in her grip. Her smug smile had me feelin' a smidgen of embarrassment at my reaction to her, but then the tip of her tongue swept across the slit of my dick. All embarrassment vanished at her greedy moan.
"You want more of my cum in your mouth, baby?" I said with a smirk.
But like she had every time I'd tried to sweet talk her, she shut me down hard and fast—controllin' our pace, our touches, our words.
"Stop talking."
She made it easy for me, because when her hot, wet mouth descended on my cock, words were the furthest thing from my mind. I'd been reduced to grunts and groans, feelin' like a fuckin' caveman as I rutted into the perfect feel of her mouth. I reached down, grabbin' a fist full of her hair, but she quickly batted my hand away before gripping my balls just a bit too tight.
"Jesus fuck—ah!" She released me as she continued to bob up and down on my dick, the sight utterly fucking entrancing. But then she slid her small but skilled hand further down from my balls, fingertips brushing along that sensitive spot just before they reached my asshole and I clenched—not just my ass cheeks, but my whole fucking body seized.
"The fuck?!"
She pulled back, a lewd pop echoing throughout the apartment—far emptier than it had been this morning—before my cock slapped against my stomach.
"Has no one ever taken you here?"
My dick twitched, and I hoped like hell she hadn't noticed.
"Uh, no." I laughed. It was forced, and we both knew it. "Hard pass. I'm not really into dudes."
With a roll of her eyes, she continued to top me, to school me. "You don't have to be gay to get your ass fucked. Would you call me gay if I letyoufuckmyass?"
"I—what? No. But it's different."
"I can promise you itwouldbe very different. And you'd love every second of it."
I stared up at her, mouth agape, stunned. Who the fuck was this woman and where the hell did she come from?
Before I could ask any of those questions, she was speakin' right over me again.
"Let's move this along, shall we? I have an early morning."
She crawled up my body, straddlin' my hips as she reached down and gripped my shaft, guidin' the tip to her entrance. As she attempted to sit on me, she realized with a frustrated growl that I was far too big for her to take me with such little prep.
I chuckled, which earned me a lethal fucking stare that scared the shit out of me. Shutting that shit down, I attempted a quick recovery. "Sit on my face."
Her eyes glinted. "Pretty boy faces do make the best seats."
I clutched my chest. "Awe, you think I'm pretty."
"Oh, shut up." She rolled her eyes, but I didn't miss the curl of her lips. Then, with predatory grace, she climbed my body until her pussy was perched over my face and looked down. Was she asking for permission? So far, she seemed to mostly bark orders and take what she wanted. But if she needed my consent, she had it.
"Suffocate me."
