when I touch my clit. “I’m wet,” I tell him, biting my lip. “You should feel how much.” I groan, dipping my fingers inside myself.
“I warned you about teasing me,” he murmurs. “Remember, Angel?”
“I remember something about don’t do it or I get pussy spanks and punishments, but you were basically threatening me with a good time.” I grin.
His lips tip up in a smirk, and he pushes my foot away, spreading his legs wider, his hard cock tenting his joggers. “Fine, no spanks. Instead, get on your knees,” he orders.
Defying him, I keep touching myself, and his eyebrows arch. “Get on your knees right this second, Angel, or I won’t let you come for a week.”
You can bet I get my ass moving. I roll from the sofa and crawl across the floor until I sit back on my heels between his parted legs.
“Pull my joggers down,” he demands.
I grasp the waistband and drag them down, his huge, hard cock springing free and almost hitting me in the face. My mouth waters as I think about taking him between my lips. He lifts his ass, letting me pull them to his ankles, and then he kicks them off and I throw them away, staring up at him.
His huge body is on display, with his arm still over the back of the sofa, his abs clenching enticingly, and his hard cock pressed to his stomach, leaking at the tip. The veins bulge on his thick, hard length.
“Now yours,” he drawls, enjoying this. His other hand wraps around his cock, stroking it slowly as I stand. Stepping back, eyes on him, I hook my fingers in the waist of my joggers and gradually pull them down, turning as I bend to drag them over my feet, making him groan. I spin back, grab the hem of my shirt, and drag it over my head so I’m fully naked before him.
He watches me while stroking his cock, his thick thighs lifting slightly. “Knees,” he demands.
I drop to them instantly and crawl over, sliding my hands over his calves and up his thighs. I await his order, licking my lips as I wait to be told to suck his cock. He presses it to my lips, but I know better than to lick, even though I want to. He brushes it over my lips, back and forth, painting them with his pre-cum.
“Suck it,” he finally orders, his voice hoarse.
My hand darts out and wraps around his base, barely able to close around his thick length as I lick the tip. I dip my tongue inside the slit for more pre-cum before I run my tongue down his length and back up. He watches me with lazy, pleasure-filled eyes as I finally reach the tip and blow my breath over it. His cock jerks in my hand, and with a smirk, I wrap my lips around the head and suck.
“Fuck, Angel,” he growls, lifting his hips, but I pull back and lick the tip again. “Swallow me whole,” he snaps, losing his restraint now.
Deciding to do as I’m told before he takes it away again, I swallow him all the way to my hand before raising my head. He fists his hand in my hair as I slide my mouth down again, before bobbing up and down on his cock. I move slowly at first before I speed up. He grunts loudly, lifting his hips and fucking my mouth. His hand tightens in my hair, tugging me faster and faster. Saliva drips from my lips and down my chin unchecked as I swallow him again and again. I grind my pussy into the carpet for some friction, my clit throbbing and pussy pulsing, aching for release.
To be touched, fucked.
With a grunt, he pulls from my mouth, leaving me panting and confused. “Enough punishment. I want that pussy I own,” he mutters, and yanks me up onto his lap. His hands part my lips as I throw a leg over his thighs, basically hovering over his hard, leaking cock.
He rubs my clit furiously until I’m riding his hand, and then he presses the head of his cock against my pussy. “Drop, baby, I want to see you ride my cock, make yourself come while I watch.”
Like a good girl, I do, impaling myself on his cock. I have to fight for every inch, lifting and dropping. My cream drips down his cock, wetting it and making it easier for it to slip inside, until he’s