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She bites her lower lip, her eyes sliding down my frame, drinking in the sight of me on my knees. A scarred beast shackled to a pipe, his cock jutting out and raging for her, for her to use as she pleases.
“I’d take my clothes off, slowly,” she says, her dark eyes glinting with wicked plans. “Like this.”
She grabs the hem of her hoodie and pulls it over her head, revealing inch after inch of bare skin until the lower part of her breasts appear like two mouthwatering half-moons. My cock twitches as I realize that, in her haste to get out of the penthouse, she hadn’t grabbed a bra.
She finally tugs the hoodie completely over her head, her perfect tits bared. I hiss, the veins in my neck swelling. Letting the hoodie drop to the floor next to her, she smiles, seeing what her naked skin is doing to me. She kicks off her sneakers and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, hovering a little just to prolong my suffering.
My eyes are burning by the time she finally pops the upper button, then slides down the zipper torturously slowly.
“Now, what shall I do with you first, handsome?” she says huskily, turned on by the situation, or by the effect she notices she has on me.
“Take my mouth,” I rasp impatiently. “Impale yourself on my tongue, rub your pussy on my face until you’re dripping cum.”
“Or,” she coos, “I could order you to pleasure yourself while I take care of my own business.”
She pushes her jeans down her legs with the languorous moves of a natural born seductress. The same one I witnessed at The Rite. I grit my teeth, holding on to the last bit of control that I have, which is slipping from me by the second.
Sirenna steps out of her jeans, kicking them to the side as she looks around for a chair. There is a pile of wooden ones in the corner, covered in dust. They might be rickety and unable to withstand much, but she brings one over and positions herself atop the outer edge, the muscles of her legs showing through her white skin as she opens her legs. Her calves look absolutely beautiful as she balances herself on the balls of her feet, opening her pink pussy for me.
I strain against the shackle, my mind clouding with base desire.
She rests her hands on the chair behind her, causing her chest to push forward, those perky tits arching tauntingly upwards. I take in the sight of her, a goddess offering herself to be worshiped, to be prayed to.
“Touch yourself, handsome,” she commands. “And I might just give you a taste of this pussy.”
My cock pulses, need zapping all through me. I hold her eyes as I spit into my palm, grab my cock and squeeze tightly. Precum glistens on the crest, and Sirenna’s tongue flicks out to lick her lips as she watches me stroke myself. Leaning back on one hand she brings the other forward, her fingers trickling between the lips of her pussy and parting them for me. Offering me a view of her glistening, wet pussy that’s aching for me.
The veins in my cock swell, and I swear to fuck I could come for her this very second, just remembering how she feels wrapped around my girth. But, of course, I wouldn’t want to spoil her fun–or deprive myself of being used by her.
“Dip your fingers into your pussy,” I growl. “Let me see you fuck yourself.”
“I thought I was the one giving orders,” she coos.
I shut my mouth but there’s no way she doesn’t see in my eyes how desperately I need to pound that pussy.
“Grab a handful of your dick and your balls and tell me it’s all for me.”
I take myself in my fist, holding it all at the ready for her. “This is all for you.”
“All for you, mistress,” she corrects.
“All for you–mistress,” I echo darkly.
“Good boy,” she murmurs, dipping two fingers into the tight wetness between her legs. “Pleasure yourself,” she commands. “And don’t forget–if you stop, I stop.”
I stroke myself again, watching those fingers dive into the pussy I crave like a mad dog. Sirenna’s eyelids fall heavy as she watches me, her lips parted, her body heating with desire.
“You want this big bad cock inside you, mistress?” I hold her stare, wordlessly daring her not to come. To resist the scene she’s having me enact for her. “You can have it. Right after you take my mouth.”
I stick my tongue out like a devil tempting her as I jerk off furiously. She loses a sigh, her face flushed, the skin on her breasts puckered. It isn’t long until she loses the fight and hooks her feet around the legs of the chair, the wood scraping the floor as she drags herself closer. The hand she’s been using on herself slips out and into my hair, her fingers threading in it.
“Be a good boy and lick me good, then,” she invites, her voice husky and trembling.
I run my tongue from where her ass meets the wooden chair up to her clit in one long, greedy stroke. Her fingers curl into my hair, and I moan into her pussy, sending vibrations all through her body. Her hips jerk towards me and I smile, knowing it won’t be long until she’ll be grinding herself like a drunk succubus onto my mouth.
I close my lips around her clit, sucking it into my mouth and reveling in the taste of her.
“Oh, God, Zayne!” Her hand tightens in my hair so she can keep me in place while she rolls into my face.
