He moaned softly into her mouth as she stroked his cock over his jeans. He started to pull at her blouse, but she gently pulled his hand away.
“I don’t think so.” She was surprised at her own words.
I want him, but I’m sick of pretending that I don’t want him my way. Frustration pulled at the corners of her mouth. He is so amazing, but will he stay if I show him my true self?
She sighed and looked down at her hands.
“Are you pouting?” he asked, perplexed.
Did I do something wrong? he wondered. His erection grew with shame. If she only knew that all I want to do is please her…
She smiled wanly.
“Of course not. I’m just feeling…weird tonight.” She pulled restlessly at her skirt. She rubbed her cheeks against his stubble. He started to pull her toward him again, but shook her head. His face flashed hurt. He put his hands on his lap, where his cock was still semi-hard. Her jaw twitched like it did when she had something on her mind.
“Baby, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. His thoughts raced as he watched her lips narrow with restrained emotion.
Is she about to break up with me?? Oh God, not her, not now, not again…
“I’ll do anything you want to make you happy, you know that right? I love you so much,” he said. She exhaled and looked up at him. Her face was illegible. He panicked.
“Anything at all, baby, all you have to do is ask.” He pressed her hands to his lips. “Just don’t leave me.”
Her body language changed. Her muscles tightened and her normally lucid eyes grew hard.
An erotic shiver ran up his spine.
She watched him as closely as he watched her. She noticed how his erection grew when she rejected him. The dark little tendril that lay dormant in her chest for so long stirred.
She ran her tongue on her sharp canines. There was nothing to do but try him out and see how he reacts. She casually took off her blouse, then pulled her panties off.
He sighed when he saw how wet they were, but he remained still. She carefully put them aside and pulled her skirt up until it was tightly bunched over her hips. She spread her pussy lips and tweaked her already swollen clit.
Without a word, she grabbed him by the hair, hard, and guided his mouth to her pussy.
She groaned roughly and vibrated as his tongue found and circled her clit. He squeezed her ass, but she pulled viciously at his hair and pinched his neck.
“No touching!” She thrust her hips into his face. His thoughts raced as he slid his tongue into her tight cunt.
Did she know??
He stroked his cock as he tongue fucked her. His scalp hurt from her pulling. It made him ache with unspeakable lust.
She suddenly yanked his head away from her pussy and gave him a resounding slap. His glistening chin dropped, but he didn’t say a word.
“Who told you that you could stroke yourself while you ate my pussy?” She was breathless with arousal. She was losing control, but she didn’t want to stop. He slid down to the floor and put his hands behind his back.
“You taste so good, and I was horn-”
“Keep your mouth shut,” she said tersely. She grabbed her sodden panties off the sofa. “Put your hands in front of you.”
He complied, and she bound his wrists together with her underwear. She searched his face for signs of disgust or puzzlement, but all she found was the telltale signs of arousal. His cheeks were flushed as she wrapped the wet fabric around his wrists.
“Stand up,” she said. He hopped to his feet. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles so that he was hobbled. She pushed him down and he fell onto the couch, his hard cock bobbing toward the ceiling. She knelt beside him and rubbed his belly and tugged on his balls, and he groaned. Her hand moved underneath his shirt and pinched one of his nipples painfully. She observed his reaction. He arched his back toward her touch.
“That’s a good pussy,” she cooed, and he nodded at her. His face looked years younger and suffused with light. She tugged his hips to the edge of the sofa and flicked the tip of his cock. Her fingers itched to jerk and pull at his cock, but instead she wrapped her thumb and forefinger right underneath the crown of his cock and stroked, barely touching. Although he wasn’t the hottest man alive, he had the most beautiful cock.
She let a rivulet of saliva drip from her mouth onto his cock. The proximity of her lips made him buck his hips into her face. The sensitive head of his cock hit her teeth and he groaned in pain. She slapped his belly and then wrapped her fingers around the top of his balls and tugged. He spread his knees apart as her knuckles brushed his perineum. There was a little red spot where her tooth had bruised his tender skin.
“Did that hurt?” she asked. She kept tugging rhythmically at his balls so that his cock bobbed and rubbed on her lips. He nodded his head. She wrapped her other hand around the base of his dick and squeezed until he sighed. She squeezed even harder. He trembled. She moved her hand up slowly until her fist squeezed the head of his cock. His bound hands opened and closed on his chest, but he didn’t ask her to stop.
“You want more?” she asked. He nodded his head.
She licked the palm of her hand and rubbed the underside of his cock forcefully. He squealed with sensory overload. Her own wetness dripped down to her thighs. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath…she didn’t want to ruin the moment with her own eagerness.
She traced his peeslit with her thumb and tugged at his balls. A clear stream of liquid seeped out, and she blew on the tip of his cock. She was so tempted to taste, but instead she rubbed the precum onto his head and savored his moans.
He didn’t know whether she was enjoying herself as much as he was. He was peeing out precum he was so fucking horny. If her lips even touched him he’d spatter her face with come.
She lifted his shirt and tucked it underneath his armpits so that she could see his nipples – for some reason, their pornographic pinkness aroused her just as much as a woman’s. She caressed one with slick fingers and started to jerk his cock. His belly tightened, and as she pinched a nipple he spurted on her face and cleavage.
She watched his cock twitch and spit come, and licked her lips clean. When he stopped twitching he was still almost fully hard, and she wanted to cackle with glee.
Now came the fun part.
He was perfectly sensitized, and goose pimples rose on the skin of his arms and legs as she squeezed the comeslick head in her fist and then rubbed the underside with the pad of her thumb.
“Mother of God!” he hissed between grunts, but she was too aroused to give a clever reply. His balls were tight, but he’d give her more come before she was through. When he twitched again, she let go of his cock and watched it pulse.
“Don’t stop…” he said. She stood up and straddled him.
“Don’t you tell me what to do.” She pinched his bottom lip. He looked at the fresh come on her tits and licked at her fingers. “You want to taste?” He just looked at her. She scooped it up and stuck her fingers into his mouth until he gagged. She giggled and shook her head dramatically.
“It’s not so pleasant when I do it to you, right?” She jabbed her fingers deep into his mouth. He sucked them clean even though his eyes watered. She rubbed his cock against the wet lips of her cunt. His eyes rolled back with pleasure.
“Look at me,” she said. His eyes focused.
She sighed as a couple of inches of him slid inside her, and then she jerked him off as she rode the head of his cock. He threw his head back, but she grabbed the hair at the top of his head and directed his gaze between her legs.
“Does it look as good as it feels?” She rolled her hips so the head of his cock popped out of her tight cunt. He groaned something, and she pressed his cock back inside. “Do you want to come inside me this time?” Although she just meant to tease, the thought made her tighten hard around him. He looked amazing just lying there all tied up…
She fucked him like she’d never fucked him before. She pulled his hair and growled with unbridled lust. She grinded on him so hard it hurt, but the pain only made it more real for her… He was red and sweaty and his eyes spit sparks that stung on the skin of her face.
He was beautiful then, and she bowed her head to lick his cupid’s bow. He slid his tongue into her mouth and sucked and bit at her lips, and she reared back and grabbed his face in her hands. He throbbed inside her but she stopped riding him, parted his lips and rubbed her finger against his tongue. Without a word, she let a crystalline stream of saliva drip from her mouth into his. He drank her down so eagerly his Adam’s apple clicked. That little act of deference made her inhale sharply with pleasure. She pulled his head back by the hair on the nape of his neck and moved his bound hands down to her cunt so his knuckles grazed her clit as she rode him.
He extended his fingers and rubbed her clit. She moaned so loudly that her throat felt raw, but she was dizzy with joy. As her pussy squeezed around him she saw all the hours of pleasure she had to look forward to. For the first time she felt that blessed nothing with him, and it was just a *taste* of what could be. She dug her fingertips into his side and rode him to a surprisingly silent orgasm. She bit into the firm flesh of his shoulder and let it spread from her brain to her belly and back.
All in her own time.
When she opened her eyes there were livid teeth marks on his skin and his face was pained with his desire to come. He sank to his knees in front of her and touched his forehead to the floor.
She might make him wait. Or then again, maybe not. It was gloriously, beautifully all up to her.
Her belly tightened with anticipation as she caressed the back of his bruised neck.