Chapter 18 #2
“You don't get to touch me. What the hell do you think this is? I get to touch you.”
“Baby please,” I beg.
“I said fucking no. What's the matter? What I want doesn't matter to you?”
“No… ”
“No???”
“No I mean it does… I…” A defeated sigh breezes right out of my lungs.
Gabby pushes me back onto my back once again, teasing me, pushing her finger inside herself with one finger, and using that same finger to push down my throat, causing me to gag.
“What’s the matter Lincoln?” she asks, toying with me as she dips her finger back inside herself and then down my throat again. Her right hand commands me while her left starts stroking me fast.
A lusty and choked growl escapes me with each fast stroke of her hand, calling my climax back to the surface once again. My sack draws tight into my body, the drone of my pleasure-filled voice accompanied by my eyes becoming glassy, as I become helpless to the inevitable.
I need to come. And I’m going… I’m… oh shit.
The same left hand that was stroking me suddenly starts slapping me right in my balls over and over again, a sharp sound coupled with the pain coursing through my belly, mixing with the overwhelming pleasure of my impending release.
“I told you not to fucking come Lincoln! Didn't I!?”
She squeezes my balls again, causing me to cry out in pain. She holds them there, still scrunched in her fist, as we both watch the tip of my cock, a small white bead forming right at the opening.
“Go ahead. Come. I fucking dare you,” she threatens, my cock throbbing, red with zeal and agony from the abuse.
Her giving me the go-ahead but lacing it with a threat makes me want to come all the more. My body is tense, every muscle fiber constricted into a lethal spring. I know that if I let myself relax even a little, I'm going to bust hard.
I don’t want to lose her.
I can’t lose her.
Shutting my eyes tight, I slap myself five times and nothing is working. My cock keeps bucking and bouncing like it’s kicking an imaginary football. Centimeter by centimeter, my cum climbs upward in a rush, defying every ounce of my clamped-down willpower to trap it inside.
Daring to open my eyes, I see Gabby glaring down at me with challenge in hers.
She’s so hot.
Her breasts, her naked body sitting there in judgment of me, challenging me to prove that I can control myself, makes it even harder to hold off the contractions.
Muttering a quiet prayer under my breath that I won't tip over the edge, I clamp my teeth into my lower lip.
The pain of my nuts being squeezed subsides a little as Gabby starts to loosen her grip, waiting to see what will happen. She smiles at me wickedly and leans forward, still sitting on her knees on my left as I remain helpless, gaze glued to her every shift.
With her mouth open and staring at me, she slowly glides her tongue straight up the underside of my shaft, letting the top of it remain pressed against my frenulum.
The soft micro-movements of her tongue pressed against me, hovering there while her eyes stay locked on mine in challenge, cause that edged orgasm to come roaring back like a creature yawning, ready for the final level of battle.
“Stop,” I barely manage when my lips finally regain the ability to move, because if she continues like this, I’m going to spill over.
My pre-cum has already been oozing at a steady rate.
“S-stop. I—you—you have to… oh… I… oh God,” I huff and puff, my dick getting harder at its max setting right when I’m ready to bust.
“Show me that self-control you think you have, Link,” she says, her lips moving against my penis as she speaks.
“I-I-I’m—I’m try—I’m tryin’…” I stutter with each stilted breath, my body shaking as I use every ounce of control humanly possible.
“That’s your problem. You claim you try but you never do. You're fucking weak,” she says with no mercy, and with that she crawls forward, sitting right on my face.
My tongue instinctively slides inside her.
She’s so wet.
Fully astride me, Gabrielle leans back, reaching behind her to glide her hand over and around my cock, coated in the wetness of both of us.
My cock is still throbbing, it hasn’t stopped this entire time. I feel my hips bucking into her hand with each motion as my tongue swirls inside her. The heartbeat of Gabby’s pussy sings in tandem with the bucking of her hips against my face.
Her whimpers become higher pitched, quicker, less space between them.
So… sexy.
My orgasm roars back to the surface.
How could I ever think to destroy what we had?
Groaning against her pussy lips, I keep moving my tongue and my mouth in quick sensual succession until Gabby jerks her body out of control, her clitoris pulsing erratic and twitching as her orgasm charges out of her, causing liquid to gush from her.
My wife has never been a squirter, so this shocks me.
Some gets into my nose and I start coughing a little, still trying to maintain the movement of my tongue against her as she grunts loudly, her hands now in my hair, pulling hard.
After she finishes, her hair drenched and curling up from the wetness, she smiles down at me, patting my chest twice before she slides off me and starts putting her pajamas back on, leaving me sitting there wondering what the hell just happened.
She’s not going to leave me like this… right?
Despite everything she said, she’s surely going to show mercy on Christmas.
“Gabby… I’m really hurting. It really hurts. Please. Please let me come please.”
“No. I mean you could if you want to but if I find out that you did or you did anything else to make you come I'm gone.
Not that I'd ever get back with you, but I was thinking at the very least we could be friends and maybe do stuff like this again.
I don't need you Link so I'll have no problem cutting you out of my life. I did it once and I can do it again,” she finishes, putting on her pajama top and bottom.
A hollow sadness starts taking over me.
“But if coming so badly is most important to you, then by all means go ahead just know that I'll be gone from your life forever, and I'll get with a man who does have more self-control than you do.”
I want so badly to tell her good luck with that. Good luck finding a man who's going to stave off coming. But I know I'd lose that argument. Furthermore, there are faithful men out there. I used to believe I was one of them.
I wonder if she's been with anyone to that degree. And even if she was… could I blame her?
Standing up, I head to the bathroom. Trying to pee like this, with this hard of an erection, is extremely difficult, painstaking even.
After I climb back into bed, I release a sigh of discomfort. The pain has reached unendurable levels.
“Did you jerk off?” Gabrielle asks.
“No,” I answer, not hiding the monotonous drawl of dispiritedness in my voice. I feel so lonely right now.
“So what do you want to do? Do you want to wait? Is that too hard for you or do you want your girlfriend to take care of it for you? Because you could come right now.”
“But you'd leave right?” I ask dolefully, still staring up at the ceiling, my dick still hard, still producing its gentle waterfall of pre-ejaculate. Doesn’t make any sense to change my boxers. They’re just going to get wet again.
“Yes I would. But hey at least you'd get to come again and it would probably be a fat nut right?” she giggles.
She's having fun denigrating me.
Breathing in deep, I close my eyes, caving to the sadness. “Then I'll wait.”
“For what?”
“For whatever,” I relent, sounding tired.
“Even if that means you're going to have blue balls for a long time?”
“How long are we talking?”
“It doesn't matter,” Gabby snaps.
The man part of me wants to turn her over and just shove my dick inside her. She liked being handled roughly and for all I know this could be another test, wondering if I'll do it. But with everything that happened between us, I have a feeling that wouldn't be a good move with her.
“You realize I might end up coming in my sleep right?”
“You better not. And if you do you have to tell me.”
“Babe you know we've played this game several times and when we went too far I ended up busting in my sleep. I can't help that.”
“Well you better help it.”
“So you mean to tell me if I busted in my sleep against my will because I'm pent up and my body has to get rid of it somehow, that you're still going to leave?”
“Yep,” Gabby says simply.
She can’t be serious.
“Are you actually joking right now? Because I can't tell.”
“I'm not joking.”
I groan in frustration. How the hell am I supposed to stop myself from coming in my sleep? And then, why would I tell her if that’s the case?
Gabby turns to face me and rests her left hand on my hard cock, stroking it through my boxers once more. Then she stills, allowing her hand to fully rest on it, flattening it against me.
“Good night, Link,” she smiles as she leaves her hand there.
My thigh muscles clench and unclench in restlessness, the pulse of my penis pounding violently beneath her palm.
After fifteen minutes of this torture, me fighting for breath and trying my best to withstand my body’s pleas for mercy, Gabby turns once again onto her left.
With her right hand, she takes my right arm to drape around her. My hand naturally falls by her breast, cupping it.
My erection has never died down. Still kicking strong at about 85%, it once again steels itself to 100 max.
Her ass nestled against me makes it worse. I want to come so badly, and every time she moves against me or my dick throbs against her ass, I threaten to go over. And this horrible, torturous game of cat and mouse lasts for the entire five hours I lie there, no sleep for the rest of the night.
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