His plea electrified me. My eyes darkened, I released his cock from my tight grasp, my gaze glued to his and shifted above his thighs, closing his legs together.
He watched, breathless and quickly slipped his hands into my waist to help me balance on his thighs.
Once again, I grasped his cock and leaned to his parted lips, my breasts squeezing against his chest. "Say, please." I whispered.
His eyes glinted, he drew a soft, trembling breath and pleaded, "please, mistress."
A pulse rushed to my veins like a current, I straightened up, jerked his cock for a moment, then lined it against my burning need.
His hands helped me, all the while, his muscles pumping up, "please …" He pleaded again.
I smirked, looking at him then slowly slid the inches of his pulsing cock inside, the walls of my insides stretching and urging tremors of pleasure up to my body.
He whined, twitching inside me until he was finally, fully inside me, filling me to the brim. "You're … so tight, mistress!" He moaned.
Even I could feel how tight I was around his thickness, but that was not that surprising considering how long it had been since I had a man. What shocked me was the length and the width of his cock. How could someone be so thick and large at the same time.
I grasped his waist, slowly manoeuvring my hips to get my insides used to his size before I moved. He moaned to each slow movement, his fingers digging into my waist.
"Please, stop …. Or else."
"I haven't even started yet." I whimpered, looking into his squinting eyes.
I realised all that teasing had gotten him heated up and it was quite hard for him to not release inside me. But I needed him to perform well for me. I mean, that's what he was there for.
"Don't you dare come!" I grumbled as I began moving, a perfect rhythm that allowed the crown of his dick to kiss the part of my vagina that made me feel wonder, slow and wet.
Joyful whimpers escaped my lips, I shut my eyes, my hair falling above my cheek as my fingers crushed against his abdomen. Muffled whimpers echoed my mouth, a sign that he was really trying his hard to not release.
But that did not last longer. I felt his dick pulsing and twitching inside me uncontrollably, his fingernails scarring me, "I can't …. Please, I can't hold it in anymore."
I groaned, looking into his eyes, telling him to zip it up with the darkness in my eyes. He quickly did, shutting his eyes tight, trembling beneath me.
I grounded upon him, my chest tight until the very last second, then — I got up, huffing.
He wailed out, crying out in pain, trembling as if someone had pierced through his chest.
A satisfactory feeling crept up to the core of my heart ike a deadly creature. That sight was like a drug to me, pushing me to more ruthlessness.
With that simmering ruthlessness, I leaned down, pealing his hands off my wist and laid upon his chest, cupped his cheeks, my cheak to his chest and whispered, "calm down." I grazed my fingers down to the other size of his chest, "you're fine. Calm down."
There was serenity in my tone, which helped him calm down, but it wasn't the serenity of softness. That serenity was the quiet before I ruined him in the worst way possible.
Once he was fully relaxed, I straightened up, grasped his cheeks and said, "you are all for me, right?"
Clasping my palm, shutting his eyes in softness, he nodded, "yes, mistress."
"Good." I pulled my hands back and once again grasped his cock, "then, you'll handle it all for me." I said, as I spat a little of his cock, stroking him.
He was already hard, pulsing but that made him somehow harder. He grumbled and once again, slipped his under onto my waist.
I lined it against my entrance and slowly slipped it inside. This time it was easier, my vagina had remembered the shape of his cock, yet it was still tight, making me feel all sorts of pleasure.
"Don't come." I said, as I began riding him, my hands on his throat, putting gentle pressure. "Tell me, if this is not what you want."
"Squeeze them tightly." He whimpered, arching his neck.
A smile curled my lips for a few seconds before pleasure blazed my features. I was feeling hot and messy, every inch of my body ignited.
"You're doing fine." My tone broke under my moans, my hands tightening around his throat.
"You told me to behave." He gasped, his face red, his eyes rolling back.
"Then, if I do this?" I began riding him harder. The hue on his features darkened, his body trembling and he moaned, "no … not like that. I'm still sensitive mistress."
"Look at me." I said.
"Please!" He cried, his eyes glazing at me under the red light, making him look like a perfect prey.
"You can handle it for me. You will handle it for me." I growled, reaching the end of the wave I was riding on.
He continued begging me to slow down, his body quivering like a leaf. I continued riding, watching the nerves on his neck pump up, until I lifted my hips, releasing my grip from his neck, leaving him again on the edge.
He grumbled as he shot his eyes at me, in between my legs, the slick seeping out, under my thighs. His dick had a thick layer of slick, mine and his. He was gasping so hard, his nails, digging into a new spot, slightly aside the old one.
"Good boy." I said as I sat just an inch below his pulsating cock and ran my fingers through his silky sweaty strands. "You're doing such a good job."
He huffed, growling lowly under his whimpers. He had become a sweaty, huffing mess. So tender and delicious under.
Once again, I mounted his cock and began riding, my hands pressed to his chest, his nipples under.
"Your nipples are so hard." I moaned, my neck arched, my eyes on the red ceiling, my mind going numb from the pleasure in my groin.
His palms reached for my waist again, but this time not to help me, but to help him. He began thrusting into me, hot and hard, hungry.
I looked down at him. There was a hungry look in his eyes, like this time he was going to get what he so badly wanted. He looked determined.
It made chuckle and twist his nipples. He winced, eyes going shut, but did not stop thrusting into me.
I peeled his hands off my waist, pressed my chest to his, my hands caging his face and whispered in his ear, "what are you doing?"
The pleasure coursed through me. I loved it, the challenge, the hunger and the audacity.
END OF THE WIP
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