I whined and tried to move closer to him, but he moved back to maintain the distance he had created. He was so close to me, but why had he stopped? I tried to use my legs to pull him back to where he was, but he pushed them away. "Beg for it, Girl" The words dripped from his lips and I sat up, desperate and wanting him to touch any part of me. I moved towards him and pulled him into a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and I moaned lightly, enjoying the sensation. I pulled back with a whine and begged him "Please, Sir, please keep touching me!" I’d have yelled it off of a rooftop if that would make him touch me again.
He didn’t put his fingers inside me again or his tongue on my clit, but he rose his hand to my throat and pushed me back onto the couch. I’m breathing as fast as my heart is beating, silently willing him to ravage me as I hoped he wanted to. "Are you going to be a good girl?" He asks me, his lips just grazing my jawline. "What makes a girl good?" The question seemed loaded, but I knew the answer as if it were ingrained in me. "A good girl does what she is told" I say to him, drawing out the words and watching as his lips twist into a smile.
In a sudden rush of lust and passion, he is pressing his body against mine on the couch, dragging his nails along my thighs and causing me to gasp and moan. He runs on hand down and between my legs, rubbing my lower lips lightly, parting them so he can push his cock into me. My back arched as I felt him enter me and my legs wrapping around his waist. Each thrust was like a rush of nothing I’d ever felt before, delicious and desperate. He wanted me as desperately as I wanted him and that made each thrust pull increasingly louder moans from my throat. I held on for dear life, digging my nails into his shoulders, the pleasure building until I can’t contain myself any more. I lift my head and, before I’ve realized it, I bit his neck and released the building ecstasy. The man didn’t protest at my biting him and actually seemed to thoroughly enjoy it, letting out his own moans as I came on him. A few thrusts later and he peaked and released inside me, something I wouldn’t have allowed in any other circumstance, but I am so mad with desire that it wasn’t something I even thought about.
A few moments later and he pulls himself out of me, his cum rushing out as he does. I reach a hand down and cover a finger in it then bringing my finger up and to my mouth. He just looks at me, surprised, before and idea crosses his mind that I only notice because of the smirk on his face. "Clean me up, Girl" The demand reaches my ears and I don’t think twice. I get off of the couch and kneel between his legs as he sits down. A pool of white fluid form on the floor beneath me and I lap at his cock, cleaning him of my cum and his. "Good girl" Those words leave his mouth again and I smile up at him, licking my lips.
Oh how I hoped that this would not be the last time.
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