32. Graham #3
“You look so fucking good,” I say.
She seems embarrassed.
“What if I seriously never let you leave?” I stare at her. “I could just take you anywhere I want. You’d never see your family again.”
She just rolls her eyes. “Wait, you’re serious?”
“I don’t want to share you with anyone.”
“No?” She kneels down between my legs and grabs my cock. “No man wants me, so you won’t have any competition.” She leans in and flicks her tongue along the slit.
“Hm, you taste like my pussy.”
“Suck my dick, Dani.”
“You don’t have to tell me. I need you nice and hard for this photo.”
I struggle to sit up, though the feel of her hands on me makes rational thought hard.
“I actually have a list of requirements for this photo.”
I hiss as she whips out her phone. I grab it from her then shove her face onto my cock, smothering her against my balls until she gags on me. I pull her off and snap a few photos.
She sucks in a breath.
“How’s that?”
“I can’t be in the photo.”
“You said you’d do anything.”
“Yeah.” Her eyes are half-closed. “Anything.”
“Make yourself come on the armrest. Put on a show, Dani.”
Slowly, she moves where I tell her.
She has one foot on the floor, the other balanced on the couch cushion.
The wood armrest is ribbed like a lion’s paw, and she slowly rubs her pussy during her balancing act, her tits pushed up between her tense arms.
“Don’t film me,” she begs me as she rocks her pussy on the wood.
I put the phone down.
“You said anything. You said you’d do anything for me to let you go.”
“Can’t film me. My mom will kill me.” She moans, and her head tips back.
I circle her as she arches her body, her ass barely hidden by the hem of my shirt. As she moves, I get a little glimpse of her pussy as her ass bobs up and down.
“I could lock you up forever,” I tell her as her breath hitches, getting closer and closer. “Lock you up in a box and only take you out to fuck you. You like that?”
“N-No.”
“You don’t want that?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You’re scared, aren’t you? You’re so pretty when you’re scared. You’re scared I’m going to make you come, aren’t you?” I stare at her, her swollen mouth, my tie knotted around her neck as she pleasures herself on the armrest, like her pussy just can’t get enough.
“I won’t let you go until you come for me, pretty girl.”
I watch my girl, her head tipped back, her mouth open. I’ve seen what it looks like when she’s actually coming. And it takes her a minute, with her too-raw pussy. But she does it.
She comes for me.
“Good girl. But you like getting fucked,” I say as I get behind her, hike up her leg, slip on the condom, then thrust into that hot, wet pussy. “You like my cock.” She’s riding my dick, slowly bouncing up and down.
“Um…”
I finger her clit.
She sinks back against me, taking my whole cock, her nipples hard as I tease them while I fuck her slowly.
“You want me to lock you up? You want to be mine?”
“I don’t like the dark,” she murmurs. “I don’t want to be in a box. But you can lock me up in your penthouse. You can keep me in a nice suite and come and fuck me whenever you want. I’ll even come down, and you can tie me up in your office.”
“You like that, hm?” I kiss her neck then bite her shoulder through the cotton.
“Yeah, I like it when you use me. I like it when you ruin me, get me all dirty, mess me up.”
I come into her with a curse, fucking her over and over again until she’s done shuddering.
She flops back down on the couch, picks up her phone, and flips through the photos.
“I hope Piper likes this.”
I draw my name in cursive on her breasts as she crops one photo. I finger her clit, and she just spreads her legs wider and lets me.
There’s a rapid-fire flurry of incoming text messages.
I trail my fingers on her soft inner thigh.
“Wait, you actually sent that?” I look up, frowning.
“Uhhh…” Dani’s eyes dart around. “No?”
“Dani!”
“I might need to go do damage control…” She stumbles off the couch.
“I thought you were joking.” I grab her arm. “Why would you want to send your friend a dick pic?”
“I-It’s…” she stammers. “Oh please, like you didn’t take videos of me when you were”—she waves her hand around—“you know. I bet you’re showing them to all your friends.”
“I’m not taking videos of you,” I tell her, furious.
“You have a kidnapping kink.” Her mouth is set.
“I’m not making a sex tape of you. Furthermore, there’s no way I’d show anyone a video or image of you to anyone, even if you gave permission,” I scoff.
“Wait, you want me to believe that? You said I was pretty.”
“Yeah, and did you miss the fucking rest of it when I said that you’re mine?
” I rage at her. “That I saw you first? I stole you first? And I don’t want any man ever to look at you, and I certainly don’t want any man to know what you look like when you’re about to come.
No one in the entire world knows what you look like when you come except for me.
I’m the only man who lets you come. I’m the only man who fucks you. ”
My hand tightens on her wrist.
“Whenever I want.”
She nods.
“Say it.”
“Whenever you want,” she whispers.