Chapter 5 #2
I place my finger in my pussy, slowly moving it in and out, knowing he's watching every move I make. I like putting on a show for him, knowing his eyes are watching my every move.
"Such a pretty, pink pussy," he says as I continue to finger fuck myself in front of him.
I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never been so bold, so free, and so absolutely turned on. I don't even try to hold back the moans. I know better than to try to hide my emotions from this man.
"Is your pussy wet, Taylor? Add another finger."
I slide in a second finger and push deep inside, gasping as I do. "Yes, Sir."
I keep fucking myself with my fingers, knowing that it's not going to take much to push me over the edge.
"When you're ready to come... stop."
Whimpering as I quickly pull my fingers away in fear of coming without his permission, I await his next command.
"Does my angel want to come?"
"Yes, Sir. So much, Sir."
Marco
I have always been a fan of edging. Taking someone to the final point of a cliff and delightfully hanging her over, only having me to hang on to. But with Taylor... I am losing control. I have never wanted to be buried balls deep inside a person in my life as badly as I do now.
I need her.
I need her now.
"Taylor, say it out loud. Tell me."
"I want to come, Sir. I want your cock. Please fuck me," Taylor whimpers.
God, she is a natural submissive. How did I not see this before? Her body is so responsive and my body reacts to every mewl, every cry, and every pant she gives.
I kneel down beside her, watching her intently as I rub the side of my thumb over her pussy lips, her legs still spread wide in front of me.
"You're so wet, Taylor. You are so fucking beautiful. Perfect. I think I'm going to come just from the sight of you."
I place my other hand on her pussy and begin to rub her clit in circles while I still rub her pussy. "So swollen, Taylor. So wet."
I love saying her name. It feels right.
"Oh, fuck, Sir," she moans as she grinds her pussy into my hand. "I'm gonna come. Fuck, I'm gonna come!"
When she reaches the edge and is ready to fall off, I stop touching her and watch her back arch.
I’m a fucking asshole, a tease, a tormenter, and she’s going to learn to love that about me.
"No, please, Sir. Please let me come."
I reach for my pants and pull out a condom from the pocket. I can't torture her anymore, because I'm damn near killing myself. I rip open the foil, roll the condom down my shaft, and then stand behind her, rubbing up and down her slit with the head of my cock.
"Is this what you want, Taylor? You want my cock, huh? You want me to fuck this tight pussy?"
"Yes, Sir. I want that so badly," she says as she rocks her hips back and forth.
"You are so fucking wet," I grunt as I impale her with my cock. She gasps, and the sound sends a shot of lust straight to my cock.
I begin to fuck her slowly at first, holding her hips as I thrust deep inside her. All I can see is her ass and her pussy, and I can’t imagine going another minute not being inside her. I don’t ever want this to end. I can’t get enough.
"Does my angel want me to fuck her?"
"Yes, please, Sir. Fuck me, Sir," she begs as she pushes her ass back against me.
I spank her ass, and she gasps, arching in the perfect most fuckable pose. Her pussy tightens around my cock and I'm nearly undone, but I'm a man on a fucking mission.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to hold on to my release just a little bit longer.
"Do you want to come, my angel?"
She whimpers as she claws at the couch, a clear indicator she's close. "Y-yes, Sir."
"Beg me to let you come."
"Please, Sir. Please let me come. Fuck me. Spank me. Anything. Just allow me to--"
I reach back and give her ass a hard slap, and she cries out.
"Such a good girl. I'm going to let you come now."
"Thank you, Sir. Oh, fuck, thank you, Sir."
I pump in and out of her as fast and hard as I can, giving her exactly what she's so desperate to take.
I thrust into her a few more times before I tighten my hand on her hips and release inside the most perfect pussy I've ever experienced. Her cunt tightens even more around my cock, and I know she's going to come again.
I hear her cries and watch the orgasm roll over her body, and I know that I'm, without a doubt, lost to her.
For the first time–ever–I wish I were somewhere more intimate. More private. Like in my bedroom, not a BDSM club.
I suddenly hate all the structure that allows a safe distance between partners. Allows for exits and endings. I don’t want to walk Taylor back to her car at the end of the night, give her a kiss and tell her to send me the bill for her car.
“I changed my mind,” I say, attempting to sound in control when my body feels anything but. “One night is not enough to cover what you owe me.”
“What?”
“I need more of you.”
I’m telling her. There’s no choice. No option. And as her body collapses beneath me, her breath escaping her pouty lips in gasps, I don’t believe she’s going to argue.