Last night was amazing but clearly you want more. I don’t even know what time it is but I can barely open my eyes; I doubt I even got more than a few hours of sleep.
You’re not a kind person. You know if you touch my waist and move your hands around to my midriff that I can’t resist you. I try, though. “I’m sleepy,” I grumble. Probably the worst excuse I could give because you don’t acknowledge what I said. In fact, it only seems to spur you on even more. Maybe I didn’t really say it and only dreamt I did. In any case, I can feel my shorts being tugged halfway down my waist and the very least I can do is make things difficult for you.
I groan and roll onto my stomach eventually, however. You always get your way. I keep my eyes closed and move my hands up to hug the pillow I’m laying my cheek against. I’m ashamed that you doing this is turning me on so much; feeling your weight as you straddle the back of my thighs and get in position is enough to get me wet again. My sex is still swollen and throbbing from the rutting you gave me before we went to sleep but I can’t help that I want to feel you deep inside me again.
“Mmmpff…” I moan as I feel your cock slide into me. “Baby,” I gasp, turning my head to the other side, “you’re so fucking hard already?”
I complain but feeling you stretch my aching walls is worth the discomfort. By the time you’re half-buried in me, I’m as awake as I’m going to be.
“It’s cold,” I grumble, putting on a tone that lets you know I’m pouting. I don’t have to say another word before I feel your weight on my back. The mattress sinks where you use your arms to prop yourself up. I want you to smother me but I can only find the energy to smile as your lips bring your hot breath to the nape of my neck.
I gasp again and bury my face in the pillow. It’s pitch dark but I don’t want you to look at my face. If you did, you’d think this was something you should be doing more often.
Your thrusts are slow and deliberate. It’s different from how you were last night. It’s not long before I’m mewling into the fabric, biting it to try and remain silent while you take everything you want. Your breathing is ragged. I know you’re holding yourself back, you bastard. Why don’t you just stop teasing me and get this over with?
“Baby,” I whine again, “fuck me. Please.” I cross my legs at the ankles and raise my hips. My back arches as I press my butt into your waist. Your tongue is at the back of my earlobe and I have to bite my lower lip to make sure you don’t know how much of a horny little slut you’ve made me though you can probably tell by the way I’m gyrating my ass against your pelvis. Every time you thrust inside me, my coils tighten around you as though milking your cock for all it’s worth. You grunt as you pull halfway out of me and I relax, inviting you to thrust deep in me again so you can enjoy my warm, sticky wetness. Just like you taught me.
The bed rocks. It’s just enough to nudge the wall and make a repetitive knocking sound. I can open my eyes now but I can’t see as they’re currently rolling into the back of my skull. I’ve been edging for the past minute and a half but it feels like forever. “You’re gonna m-make me cum,” I squeal. “Hurry up and finish!”
Your hand grabs my throat and you squeeze the sides of it with your thumb and pointer. Hard. “Cum,” you growl, “and I’ll fuck you up the ass for the next thirty minutes.”
I whine loudly. Not because I’m scared, but because those words made me clench so hard that I almost climaxed right then and there. “You’re so mean,” I mutter, only to feel your lips against mine.
We share a long, passionate kiss. Tasting you is the best thing ever. I won’t trade this feeling for anything in the world. The feeling of your wide tongue wrestling mine. The feeling of your body heat making me sweat, even in the air conditioning. The feeling of my lower back aching after I’ve kept it arched for so long while you do your best to beat it out the frame. And, especially, the feeling of your warmth pooling in my belly after you finally stumble over the edge.
You don’t pull out when you’re done. You keep me awake with your kisses while your erection falters and fades away. I’m shivering. It’s not because of the cold but I’ve kept my thighs pressed together for the past couple of minutes straight. My legs tremble as the muscles all along my core burn in protest. I’ll cum if I relax even a little and I don’t want that. I haven’t been given permission.
You thrust into me again. It’s weak. You’re basically grinding your hips against my backside. I whimper as you finally pull out. Even over the gentle hum of the air conditioning I can hear the squelch of your thick meat sliding out of my well-fucked hole.
I roll onto my back and moan as you grab hold of my hair. I feel your sticky cock pressed to my lips and I open my mouth, taking the cockhead in before you even order me to clean you up. I know what’s expected. You straddle my face and place your hand on the wall to support yourself as I lazily, but diligently, clean the prick that I so shamefully stained with my obscene secretions.
I wrap my arms around your hips and take you all the way down to your base. My lips reach the bottom of your shaft and I let myself heave as your crown forces its way into my throat. Finally you pull out and allow me to let myself breathe. I can finally look up at you, though my vision is obscured by the dark, and by the heavenly cock that’s stiffening once again as it lays heavy on my face.
“I’m sleepy,” I murmur, closing my eyes and dragging my tongue over your scrotum. I make sure to tilt my head back so I can reach all the way to the underside of your bulbous cockhead. The poor thing must be in so much pain, and a slut like me has to take responsibility for what she’s done.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d0c9b7/you_make_me_ache_mf_maledom_orgasm_denial
More more more !!!