46. Drew #2
She removes her hand from her pussy, fingers glistening with her wetness and wraps it around my cock, stroking once, twice. My hips tilt up, chasing her hand and I think she’s finally going to let me come when she pulls her hand.
“Nah. You only want to come. You don’t need to come.”
With a groan, I let my head fall back against the headboard.
“You’re an absolute menace, woman.”
A wicked grin takes over her features. “As if you’ll have me any other way.”
I laugh drily. “You’re wrong. I’ll have you any way you want to give yourself to me.
I want you when you’re sweet, I want you when you’re sassy, when you’re being a brat.
I want you more now than I did a minute ago, but less than I will want you in the next minute.
You consume me, Juliet, and I’m not sure I ever want to be free of you. ”
Her smile falls slowly, face serious, as she surges forward. Hand thrust in my hair, she kisses me roughly, pouring everything she’s feeling into the kiss.
I pull back from the kiss, looking into her bottomless blue eyes. Her lips are bruised from our kiss, glistening red.
“I don’t want you to leave, but I know you want a place of your own,” I say, referring to our conversation about her condo. “I’ll never fucking stand in your way, Juliet, and I’ll never ask you to pick me above yourself. I’ll only ask that you pick me.”
I let my head drop back against the headboard. “And I guess my shoulder hurts a little.”
Sucking on my bottom lip, she hums softly. “That wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?”
I guess it wasn’t. Not when it means that she’s shifting to straddle me, her hand gripping my cock as she guides it to her entrance.
We both hold our breaths as she sinks down slowly, the warmth and slickness of her pussy swallowing my cock.
She’s so fucking tight and my cock feels like it’s in heaven.
Jules eyes are closed, hands resting on my chest as she catches her breath.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” I ask in a low voice.
Opening her eyes, she looks at me. “I love the way you stretch me. The way it feels a little too tight and I have to work to take you in all the way. It’s like I’m being torn apart in the best way possible.”
Slowly, she rocks her hips back and forth, her tits bouncing with each movement. My hands curl into fists, jaw clenching. If I tug hard enough, I’ll pull the hooks from the headboard.
“You really want to touch me, don’t you?” Jules says.
“So fucking badly,” I admit.
Her finger drags down my jaw as she continues to undulate her hips. “What do I get if I release your hands?”
“Fucked hard,” I reply honestly.
Her eyes flare and I see the indecision in them. On the one hand, she wants to be in control. On the other, if she releases me, I’m going fuck her the way she needs to be fucked.
I can see when she makes the decisions because her cheeks color faintly, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
“You can picture it, can’t you? The way my hands will wrap around your waist, digging in hard enough to cause just a bite of pain. The way I’ll work your body, maneuvering it just the way I want so I can go deeper inside you.”
I keep my voice low and seductive and I can see it having an effect on her with the way her eyelids lower over her eyes.
“You make an excellent point,” she says finally.
Shifting forward, she reaches for the knots on the rope to untie me. The move puts her tits right in my face and I finally get my wish of burying it between them.
“You’re obsessed with my breasts,” Jules says with a laugh.
“They’re the most perfect pair I’ve ever seen, and I’m a man.”
My hands free of the ropes, I grab her and pull her closer. My heels dig into the mattress as I push up from below. Placing her hands on my chest for support, Jules rides me like I’m her favorite pony.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me just like that. Doesn’t it feel nice when my cock is buried so far inside you that you feel it to the back of your throat?”
Her pussy clenches around my cock in response.
“You have the most perfect pussy,” I whisper, looking down where she’s stretched around my cock. “I often dream of keeping my cock buried inside you all day. As much as I wanted to get away from you at one point, you’ll probably never be able to get rid of me now.”
Her wetness coats my thighs as I bury myself inside her again and again. Jules grins at me wickedly.
“My master plan. Get you so addicted to my pussy, you’ll be stuck with me forever. My life will be boring if I can’t keep annoying you.”
My hands squeeze her ass, fingers digging in. She gasps and shudders, her nails digging into my chest. Her cunt pulses around my cock.
“If you’re going to be a little brat, you’re going to get punished.”
Jules laughs like I’ve just told a joke. Bending forward, she seals her mouth over mine in a kiss which seems to suck the soul out of my body.
“We both know you won’t ever do anything,” she murmurs against my lips. “You want my pussy too much and you secretly love being annoyed by me.” She nips my bottom lip. “If you’re a good boy, I promise I’ll keep fucking you.”
I slam her down on my cock a little too hard. She releases a throaty groan which makes my spine tingle.
“Rub your clit, baby. Make yourself come for me and prove how much you need my cock.”
Our mouths still hovering inches apart, Jules pushes a hand between our bodies. I feel it when she reaches her clit because her pussy squeezes my cock like a vise.
“I’m going to come,” she whispers.
I laugh a little. “I know, beasty. I know the way your pussy tightens around my cock, the way your breaths become shallow, the way your movements change because you’re chasing your orgasm. I know everything about you.”
Jules cries out, her back arching as her cunt pulses around my cock with her orgasm. Her eyes squeeze shut, face relaxed in pleasure. Tingles spread down my spine and my balls tighten. Watching her come triggers my own orgasm.
I hold her hips down as I come, filling her with my come. I’ve never had sex without a condom but something about filling her up triggers the possessive and obsessive part of my brain. The part which almost wants to tell her to get off birth control so she can be mine in every way possible.
She shifts to get off me and I look down just as my come leaks out of her. My cock twitches, wanting to get back inside her.
I groan softly. “Fuck, that’s a pretty sight. I want a picture.”
“Drew!” Jules slams her legs together, looking at me like I’ve scandalized her.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that out loud.” I reach for her, pulling her down onto my chest. Sweat is cooling on our bodies. We should probably get up to clean, but I don’t want to move.
“No, you shouldn’t have,” Jules says, resting her chin on my chest. “We just had sex and my thighs aren’t strong enough for another round. I should have taken riding classes when I had the chance.”
I laugh because of course, she’s turned on by that. She’s perfect and amazing in every way possible.