I threw my arm over my eyes dramatically, sinking further into his sofa as I whined, “The worst! The absolute worst!”
“You know how she is,” he sighed sympathetically, his hand rubbing my bent knee over my leggings. “She has the social graces of a behemoth.”
“They were probably more refined than she is,” I pouted, resisting the urge to smile. “You don’t have to spend a week in a hotel with her. The shrill voice. The constant questions. The perfume – oh god, the perfume! – I’m going to suffocate.”
He laughed at my antics and I lifted my arm slightly to peek at him. I nestled back against the armrest of the couch and nudged his leg with my foot gently, prodding him to resume his comforting leg rub.
“You know what this means,” I started, frowning a bit as I realized, “I won’t be here next week. That’ll be the first Friday in a few months that we’ll miss. I’m disappointed.”
He tilted his head slightly, thinking for a moment. “Well, it’ll be alright. You’ll just need to keep me updated on what thigh highs are getting worn on each day. Photos aren’t necessary, but they’re certainly welcomed.”
I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and nudged him again. “You’ll just have to find a way to make tonight good enough to last me through the next week. I mean, if you can. I understand that you may not be up to that challenge.”
I tilted my head at him innocently, smiling as I baited him. He quirked an eyebrow at me, leaning back against the cushion as he thought for a moment.
Before I could react, his hand gripped around my ankle and pulled hard. My head hit the cushion as he crawled over me, settling in between my legs, his hands finding mine and moving them to either side of my head. My eyes widened as I stared up at him, and I know my expression was awed as I took him in.
“The only reason why I wouldn’t be up to that challenge,” he said as his lips hovered by my ear. He nipped at the lobe gently, his voice slightly hoarse as he continued, “Is because you could be sore, battered, and bruised, having milked my cock dry, and you would still beg me for more.”
I nodded, dazed as I imagined it. I’d be on my knees, his cum dripping from my chin onto my heaving chest, staring up at him as I asked him for more. My hair would be a catastrophe from his hands, and I’d have bites and small marks as proof that I’m too cheeky for my own good. I pressed my hips against his and closed my eyes.
He chuckled against my ear, moving his lips to my neck. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
“You know you are,” I said, resisting the urge to roll my eyes again.
“Say it,” he commanded as he sucked on my pulse point. “Tell me how badly you want this cock.”
“Make me,” I goaded, pressing my hips into his again, delighted as I felt his cock growing under his jeans.
In response, he moved his hand into my hair and pulled my mouth towards his. The kiss wasn’t gentle, and I wasn’t expecting it to be. His lips pressed against mine hard, demanding entry into my mouth. As he let go of my other hand, I moved both of mine into his hair, kissing him back just as desperately.
His hand trailed down my side and under my shirt. The warmth of his skin on mine felt so good that I whimpered into his mouth as I arched against his hand, trying to urge it along.
“What do you want me to do with this hand?” he asked patronizingly as he pulled his head away, his fingertips brushing against the underside of my bra.
“Touch me,” I breathed, pressing myself against him, his hard cock pressing against my crotch.
“You know better than that,” he teased, moving his hand away slowly, threatening me with the loss of touch.
“Please,” I begged as I closed my eyes, trying to mentally will his hand back up, “please touch me.”
“Where do you propose I touch you?”
“Everywhere!” I pleaded as I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him tightly against me. “I need your hands on me. I’ve been waiting so long – please.”
He moved his hands to the hemline of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head quickly. Tossing it to the side, he looked down at the lace covering my tits. He ran his fingertips along where the fabric met my skin, nodding his approval.
I smiled up at him as I moved my hands to my chest, unlatching the hook in the front. His eyes didn’t wander as he watched the bra fall open, my tits shifting as they were freed. I tightened my legs around his hips rolled my body against him, causing my breasts to move with me, and I felt my body throb as his eyes followed them eagerly.
I moved my hands to them, cupping them and pinching the nipples. His eyes moved to mine as I let out a small moan. “Please, touch me? This feels so good, but it’s nothing compared to when you touch them.”
He moved his hand to cover mine, his fingers tightening around mine, causing me to pinch my nipple hard enough to elicit a gasp. My clit let out another throb as I pulled my other hand away, pinning it above my head as he lowered his head to my breast. He held his mouth above it, his warm breath causing me to shiver. He flicked his tongue against the small bud and I squirmed, my hand pulling against his. His grip tightened warningly as I arched my back towards his mouth, letting out small pleas as I closed my eyes.
He brushed his lips against it gently, my breath catching as I waited with anticipation. I tightened my legs around him again, silently begging for his mouth to close around it.
“What do you need?” he said lazily, pressing his cock against me in response. He moved our hands away from my other breast, leaving both nipples exposed for his mouth.
“I need your mouth on me,” I said breathily as I ground against him.
“Oh, is that all?” he cooed, his mouth closing around my nipple. The moan that came out of my mouth was embarrassingly loud, but I didn’t care. He didn’t seem to mind, either, as he gave it a hard suck. He pulled his head back, pulling my nipple with him until it popped out of his mouth.
I squirmed against him as he teased me with his mouth. He licked, nibbled, and sucked on my nipples for what seemed to be an eternity. I was so keyed up – I felt my body tightening as I rubbed my pussy against his hard cock.
My breathing must have changed – or there must have been some indication that I was getting close – because he stopped. He pulled his hips back and he glared down at me. “Were you trying to get yourself off?”
“No – I, um. Wasn’t?” I said sheepishly, widening my eyes as I looked up at him, feigning innocence as I tried to decide if there were a way that I could subtly keep grinding myself against him as my building orgasm faded.
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” he growled as he slapped my tit, causing it to jiggle. “You were trying to rub that greedy little cunt against me until you came.”
I moaned at his words, trying to press myself back against him. “Please, I need you.”
He continued to glare at me as he moved off of me, sitting back down on the other end of the couch. “Work for it.”
I pouted slightly, disappointed that I was so close and had my orgasm taken away from me. He shrugged, leaning back against the couch as I considered my next move.
I lifted my hips as I pulled my leggings and panties down my legs, kicking them off to the side. I spread my legs for him slowly, my fingertips running over my thighs slowly.
“You know,” I said quietly, running my eyes over him, “I once masturbated at my desk thinking about you.”
His eyes widened, and he watched my fingers. “At work?”
“At work,” I smiled. “I was working late, and I got so turned on thinking about fucking you. I didn’t even go to the bathroom – I spread my legs in my desk chair and rubbed this little pussy. I wanted you to touch me so badly, just like I need you to touch me now.”
He visibly swallowed and took in a deep breath.
I moved my fingers over my mound, watching him watch me. I spread my lips for him slowly, the wet sound of it piercing through the silence in the room. I moved one finger to my clit, rubbing it in teasing circles. I slid it down and into myself, moaning at the penetration.
I pulled my finger out slowly, moving it to my lips as I sucked on it gently. I moaned around my finger, closing my eyes. I didn’t open them as I moved my hand back to my pussy, rubbing my clit in lazy circles as I let him watch me.
“Can you hear how wet I am for you?” I asked around my small moans and whimpers, my other hand moving to my breast, pinching my nipple.
“Yes,” he said in a slightly strained voice.
My breathing hitched as I moved my hand faster, my pussy clenching as I thought about what I wanted him to do to me.
“Well, if you won’t touch me, then I’ll just have to come touch you.”
I opened my eyes as I stopped myself, moving up and over onto his lap. I straddled his thighs, moving my hand back between my legs, rubbing my clit. His rough jeans against my thighs felt like heaven as I moved my hips against my fingers.
“Take your fingers off of my clit,” he commanded, his fingers moving to my wrist as he stopped me. I pulled my hand away sheepishly, raising my hand to his lips.
He sucked on my fingers, tasting me. He took my hand away and moved his mouth to mine, allowing me to taste myself on his lips and tongue. I moaned loudly, resisting the urge to move my fingers back to my clit.
“Please,” I begged. “Please let me come.”
Instead of responding, he moved his hand to my pussy. He groaned as his fingertips met the slick skin, my lips wet with evidence of how badly I wanted him. “Use my hand to get yourself off.”
I eagerly followed his instructions. I moved my hips, rolling them to get that delicious friction against my clit. He moved his lips to my tits, alternating between the nipples as I rode his fingers.
My breathy moans came more frequently as I got closer. My pussy tightened and clenched as he sucked and bit at my breasts. I moved my hand to the back of his head, clinging against him as I felt myself start to unravel.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, “I’m going to – please –“
I cried out his name as I came against his hand, pulling on his hair and digging my nails into his shoulder as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.
“Get off of my lap and get on your hands and knees,” he said harshly as my orgasm finished. “I’m going to fuck that tight little hole.”
I scurried off of his lap, quickly repositioning myself. I heard him undoing his jeans before I felt him behind me, the couch cushion shifting under his weight. He positioned himself at my entrance, rubbing his cock between my wet pussy lips. He pulled the dangling bra off of my shoulders, tossing it aside. His hand came around my chin, pulling my head back to look at him. He slid his fingers into my mouth, and I licked them as I looked into his eyes.
“Do you taste how wet I make you?” he asked teasingly, pushing just the head of his cock inside of me.
I moaned, trying to push my hips back to take more of him in. He slapped my ass, hard, with his free hand.
“You’ll take as much of this cock as I’m willing to give to you.”
“I will,” I said around his fingers. He moved his hand to my throat as he slid the rest of his cock inside of me, causing me to moan again. His cock was so deep, but I needed him to move.
I heard his smile as he said, “Tell me how badly you want this cock.”
I closed my eyes, holding back my frustrated groan. “So badly. Don’t you feel how wet I am for you?”
“You can do better than that,” he emphasized this with a hard thrust.
I gasped, “Please fuck my greedy little hole. Fill me with your cum.”
“Whose hole is it?” he said as he gave me slow, teasing thrusts.
“It’s yours!” I moaned, and I felt his fingers tighten around my throat slightly.
“You’re going to scream that as I fuck you,” he said as he began to pound into me. He pulled back on my throat, pulling my body up as he fucked me from behind.
I did. I screamed how it was his pussy; using every foul word I could think of to describe it. He moved one hand to my clit, vowing that his pussy was going to cum around his cock.
I came around his cock, my pussy seizing it and trying to keep it deep inside of me as I moaned for him. He continued to slam his cock into me, the zipper of his jeans scraping against my ass and thighs. I was certain that the front of his boxers were probably soaked.
I felt his cock swell as he buried himself deep inside of me one last time. He came into me hard, letting out a guttural moan, and I took perverse pleasure in feeling his cum hit against my pussy walls.
We both fell forward onto the couch, and I enjoyed the feeling of his weight on top of me.
“What do you say?” he mumbled into my neck, resting his head on my shoulder.
“Thank you,” I diligently replied, only a hint of sarcasm in my tone.
He pinched my ass playfully before trying, and failing, to move himself off of me.
“I don’t want to move yet,” he groaned.
I smiled, shrugging as we adjusted to get more comfortable. I didn’t want to move yet, either.
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