I rush to do as I’m told, stripping the shirt off and letting it fall to the floor as I climb onto the bed and sit up on my knees, facing the headboard. A shiver goes through me as I hear the floorboards creak as he almost silently moves my way. I feel him behind me, the warmth of his body, his breath mussing my hair, and it makes my heart slam as I wait for whatever he’s going to do.
Suddenly, his hand snaps out, wrapping my hair in his fist, and yanks my head back until I’m craned backward, looking at him above me. He climbs onto the bed and presses against my back. He’s naked. Oh, fuck. I can feel every inch of his hard, warm skin. I want to turn, to look at him, to touch him, but he keeps me there, motionless and waiting for his cock and mouth.
“Bend over and spread those legs, I want to taste you.”
Fuck me.
He releases me, and I drop forward to my hands, almost pressing my face to the bedspread which still smells slightly like Justin. For a moment, it makes me feel wrong, but when Tyler parts my ass with his big hands and traces his tongue from my pussy to it, I soon let that fade away.
He licks me, again and again, his tongue dipping into my pussy before lashing my clit, until I’m moaning and pushing back, pressing my pussy to his hungry tongue. But then he’s gone.
Whimpering, I press my face to the bed, sucking in desperate breaths as I pulse and shake from the need to come. The bed dips, and I lift and turn my head to see him sitting back against the headboard, his hard cock fisted in his hand as he watches me. I can’t help but lick my lips as he watches with a groan.
“Crawl to me, Angel,” he demands, so I do, swinging my hips as I crawl between his legs until my head is level with him and I’m sitting up. He watches me hungrily while leisurely stroking his cock.
“Touch your breasts.”
Biting my lip, I reach up and cup my heavy breasts, watching his hand on his cock as I twist and flick, squeeze and roll, until I’m rocking against nothing, my release building back up.
“Stop. Now let me see you touch that sweet little pussy, let me see you make yourself come for me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper as I release my breast and trace a hand down my stomach to my center, stroking through the wetness before curling and rubbing my clit. Dragging my eyes up, I meet his dark ones as I rock and flick myself, trying to last. I want him to be as wild as I feel right now.
But it’s too much with him watching. I’m close when his voice barks out, “Stop!”
I rub again, and he grabs my wrist hard before yanking my touch away from myself. “I said stop, Angel. Bad girls won’t get what they want tonight,” he warns.
Jesus, how can he make those words sound so filthy?
Letting go of my hand, he grips my hips and effortlessly lifts me until my knees are on either side of his thighs and I’m hovering above him. I grab his cock and press it to my pussy without him urging me to, making him groan. “That’s it, baby, let me watch you sink down onto me. Take all of me, I know you can.” He releases my hips and leans back, watching me as I work myself onto him.
I impale myself on his cock, taking it in an inch at a time. My tightness makes it difficult, until I’m almost crying with the need to feel him fully inside me.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Take it all, I know you can.” I nod, and then lift again and drop, and he slides all the way to the hilt. I have to freeze then. The feeling of being so full causes me to close my eyes as I tremble and clamp around him. He’s so fucking big, it’s not even funny. He feels like he’s almost touching my cervix.
“Fuck, that’s so beautiful, watching you take all of me,” he growls as he reaches around me and squeezes my ass, urging me to move. “Now ride me, Angel. Take me, take all your pleasure, let me watch you come apart on my cock. Riding me, using me.”