His plea electrified me. My fingers around his cock jerked away, my lungs clamped. I had no intention of letting him unnerve himself any time soon. The desire for greater pleasure within me won't let me.
His drowsy, yearning eyes fluttered above the crimson pestle on his cheekbones. His throat crackled the air with his moans with the compulsion of spilling all over the sheets, while I straddled upon his thighs, and pushed his spread, and quivering legs together, watching his heaving and expensive chest, and his constricting stomach.
I bent at the waist, my breasts pressed against his chest, my lips an inch away from his slacked lips, and whispered, "say, please."
A tiny glint crackled in his eyes as he drew a jagged breath and pleaded, "please, mistress."
A pulse spasmed my veins. Need to feel him deep inside me more primal than ever. I straightened up, wrapped my voracious fingers around his throbbing cock and began stroking it.
His veins pulsed with each stroke, his dick getting warmer and warmer. Pre-cum leaked from the gaping tip of his cock, the skin on his balls tightening. "Please …" He growled, his eyebrows squinting, his eyes pleading, leaning towards me.
A smirk curled the corner of my lips, blood careening to my heart. I tightened my fingers around his salt-slicked cock, and wrung it from the base to the tip — a dare to orgasm if he could.
His waist whirled with twists and turns, arching in the air, his head deep into the pillows, eyes rolling back into his skull. Total silence hovered over his open lips, his fingers clutching the mattress.
I repeated the action until his muscles corded on his arms, his stomach, his neck and his thighs under my hips, a clear cry for an orgasm.
His thighs began quivering, his stomach going up and down.
That is when I stopped with a freezed breath in my stomach.
A jolt passed through him. His clenched body suddenly collapsed on the mattress.
I was … just not in my right mind.
I let him … just like that, quivering, wiggling, crying, – a mess –, and watched him for a long minute.
Then, I lined his quivering and pulsing cock against my soaking heat, my knees bracing my weight above his groin.
He was in a daze, not there. I was right there, watching him and slowly letting the crown of his cock enter me. I sank onto his cock, my insides stretched insatiably to such a size and force.
His whole body throed as he released a loud painful yet sultry noise, his eyes coming alive and back at me, his fingers grasping my hips, so firm and so desperate.
As he dropped back into the mattress, I crushed my palms to his abdomen, wincing to the delicious pain and the pulsation, letting my insides adjust to his enormous size, which easily touched the end of my heat.
It had been so long — so long since I last felt complete — full. Still, astonishment crept up my skin. He was so big, so thick and so hungry.
Slowly, I manoeuvred my hips, watching him whimper to each honeyed graze and then, began rocking my hips back and forth.
"Mistress, please, please … I'll orgasm if you do this to me." His dick twitched inside me, his fingers digging tender pain into my waist, his chest puffed up.
I tilted my head, my lips sealed, grasped his wrists, and ground to a more punishing pace, watching him snap his neck back into the pillows and tug his teeth sharply into his lower lip.
"I haven't even started yet." I moaned, relishing the strain of euphoria on him.
"Aghh!" He cried, ecstasy jolting out of his mouth, matching the lightning outside. The music of his pleasure thundered in my ears, creeping down to my body, while his dick, hitting again and again deep into that one right spot crackled pulses of pleasure up.
It all met in the center of my stomach, boiling in that spot, "just hold it in, baby!" My eyes shut, meeting the red ceiling above me.
"It's too much!" His fingers dug deeper, the pain of it only increasing the bliss I was riding on. His dick twitched uncontrollably, throbbing against my tightening slicked walls.
"You can't come, right now." Breathless, trembling, I cupped a side of his face, my free palm pressing against his sheened chest. I leaned a little closer to his face, my thumb sliding in his mouth and said, "you won't right? You'll do a good job for your mistress? That is what you want, right?"
Trembling, he just gazed into my eyes, then nodded, "yes …" breathless, "I'll do as you say. I'll be a good boy. I'll – I'll … do a good job."
Pure devotion. I felt godly, like I owned the world. Dangerous.
"Good boy." I smiled, my chest full and then cried out of pleasure, snapping my eyes up at the ceiling once again, my insides tightening so much that my thighs quivered.
"Just a little longer … hold it in." I gasped. So close. Then shuddered, crying out wet painful noises of pleasure.
My insides twitched around him for a good while, savouring the bumps and nerves on his dick, disinclined to unhold it and silence his sweet and dirty whimpers. But I bridged up and left his dick slicked and rock hard to quiver against the lashes of frigid air.
"No, no, no, no. Please … please, no." He cried as his worked up body wriggled into the bed, his hands snapping back, holding the fabric in between his fingers.
He writhed more desperately against the sheets, his hair a slicked mess while I heaved, thawing, braced against my knees – a weird feeling crawling up every inch of me, my chest devoiding with each raw breath I inhaled.
I reclaimed my seat atop his thigh, cupped his blazing cheeks, and whispered warmly into his breathless mouth, "calm down … relax."
He opened his tightly shut eyes and looked pleadingly into mine, heavy breaths that he exhaled, a sweet sprinkle upon my lips. "You're doing such a good job for your mistress." I eased back on his thighs, "You want to keep doing that, right?" I asked as I grasped his quivering cock and lined his cock against my heat. Not even a jolt spasmed him, he was already dangerously sensitive.
"Yes, mistress!" He nodded with squinting eyebrows, and a peculiar sparkle in his eyes. I slid his cock back inside me, and his eyes widened.
This time his dick slipped inside easily, spreading my insides with delicate pain and strong pleasure. A tremor coursed through his body. I planted my hands back again on his abdomen. "Good boy," and moaned, grinding on his thickness. "You feel so good."
"Mistress!" He whined, his eyes shut, his head deep into the pillow, "I –I'm still so sensitive." His hands grabbed my waist tightly, as his hips bucked.
"You're not going to come, are you?" I bit down onto my lower lip, feeling so good, so high to stop.
He returned his feverish eyes at me, "I am!"
"No." I pressed down onto his chest, slid my face into the curve of his neck and dug my teeth into his earlobe, curling my palm around his throat. "No, you won't come. I'll be really upset if you did."
"You won't come right?" I asked as I recessed back on his thighs, my eyes dark, my free palm also curling around his throat. The knot in my stomach was growing.
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