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His head shakes. “No. No. This is exactly what I need. Turn on your back so I can kiss your knees.”
I oblige, and he settles between my thighs. My favorite spot for him to be. I smile, eyes trained on him as he presses tiny kisses on my knees. Taking a few kisses to one, then switching to the other, over and over.
Becker’s hands massage the joints in question. “I’m giving these a rest for a while. No more kneeling for you this weekend.”
I stick my bottom lip out and pout. “How will I worship your cock?”
“On your back, like this.” His hands move from my bent knees, up to my chest and he squeezes each breast in his hands. “Later. Right now, I’m going to edge you two more times. Then, I’m going to come on these perfect tits.” He pushes his head between my thighs, kissing me. “And edge you again. Then I’ll fuck you properly and allow you to come. And I’ll pull out and put my come on your thighs.”
“Please, Mr. King,” I say between heavy breaths, his tongue already working my sensitive nerves.
Yesterday was torture, not being able to come the entire day, but touching myself every hour. I’m going to be a hot mess by the end of this. Especially if he continues to tease me with these slow, agonizing strokes of his tongue. From my ass up to my clit and down again. Over and over giving me just a tiny taste of what an orgasm could feel like.
It’s torture, and I definitely don’t think I want to do it again. But that’s a lie because Becker loves this, and I love to please him.
He slides two fingers inside me, and I clench around him, instantly feeling the need to come. I force myself to hold out though because I’m not ready for him to stop. I need him inside of me desperately.
I move my hips, moaning at the pressure the fullness brings me. “Please, don’t stop, Sir.”
“How does it feel, kitten?”
“Like my needy pussy is dying to be filled by you. I don’t know if I can make it much longer, Mr. King.” I grind into him, trying to get his fingers deeper. “Fuck, your fingers aren’t long enough. I need to be filled. Please, Sir? I’ll do anything.”
“I know you will, kitten. Because you’re my filthy girl. You know the rules. You can have my cock once you’ve edged twice.” He pulls his fingers from me and replaces them with a hard slap to my pussy.
I let out a scream, my back arching. Becker’s thumb presses against my clit and he works furious circles. “Oh, please? Please, may I come?” I’m crying, holding onto his wrist between my legs. My nails dig into his arm. “Please, Sir. Mr. King, please? I need to come, now.”
“No.” His voice is stern, and it cracks my heart at how mean he sounds. I’ve been good, I’m begging him just the way we both like. But I know it’s just a game.
He pulls his hand from me, and my whole body sinks into the mattress. “So perfect, baby girl. You did so well. Once more and then I’m going to jerk off over your chest, okay?” His mouth is on mine. “You’re so beautiful. So good. So perfect.”
I focus on my breathing, trying to come down. I groan. “Yellow.”
He settles beside me, pulling my back into his chest. “Talk to me.”
“I’m…” I try to put what I’m feeling into words, but I’m struggling. “I need to come so badly. But I want to please you, too.”
“I know,” he whispers, brushing away the sweaty locks of hair stuck to my face. “You are, kitten. Should I skip the last two edgings?”
“I don’t know,” I say honestly. Because I really want to do this. I like when he pushes me and the rewards I get when I satisfy him. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, Nora.” His hand slides between my legs. “You’re doing what you’re supposed to. You’re being open and honest. And I’m proud of you. So fucking proud.”
I nod. “Maybe only one more time? And then you come on me like we agreed. And instead of another time, we can skip to the end?”
“We can do that.”
I nod. “Like this. Hold me like this. Please?”
He squeezes me tighter to his chest, one arm wrapped around my stomach to hold me in place. I open my legs for him, the hand between my thighs working me into another bundle of mess.
I can do this.
“There’s my good girl,” he croons in my ear. “One more time. You can do it.” He’s not as tortious with the strokes, bringing me toppling over quickly instead of the slow and agonizing way it was the first time. He knows he’s pushing me too far, and I’m grateful when it’s almost over already.
My legs shake as I cry out again. “Please? Please may I come, Sir?”
“No,” he says, pulling his hand away. He pushes me onto my back and climbs on top of me, pressing kisses all over my face. “So beautiful. You’re such the perfect little kitten. You handled that so well.”
