I stopped and closed my eyes, trying hard to stand still. I felt his arm go around my waist and his fingers find my folds, spreading me wide and the stroking his cock over my slit.
"Nice and wet," he said, his mouth beside my ear. "Almost ready."
He stroked his cock against me slowly, back and forth, until I was breathing rapidly, aching to feel him enter me and start to thrust. I wanted so badly to press back against him, to find the head of his cock and feel it press inside of me, but fought to obey his order to remain still.
"Do you want it?" Drake asked in a husky voice.
"Yes."
"Tell me what you want, Katherine."
"I want you to fuck me, Sir," I said, my voice shaky, remembering my manners.
"What else do you want?"
"I want to have an orgasm, Sir."
"You will have one, Katherine. You'll come on my cock while I fuck you. Do you want that?"
I gritted my teeth as he stopped his motions while he waited for my answer.
"Yes, please, Sir. Please let me come on your cock while you fuck me."
"You have my permission, but tell me when you're close. I want to time my own orgasm to come when you do."
"Yes, Sir," I said, biting my bottom lip, waiting for him to finally slide inside of me and give me the relief I needed.
He continued stroking his cock over me, rubbing the head against my clit while I remained bent over, my hands pressed against the wall in front of me. I smiled to myself, for as much as he suggested we'd do something kinky, he couldn't wait.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Katherine," he said and I felt the tip press against my pussy, searching for the entrance to my body. When he slipped inside a few inches, I groaned and couldn’t help but press back, wanting to feel him fill me up entirely.
"Stop," he said, his voice shaky. "Don't move."
I remained still and waited while he slid fully inside and remained like that, not moving. I knew he was relishing the sensation of filling me entirely. My body contracted around his length, hungry for sensation.
"You are impatient, Katherine," he said, a touch of amusement in his otherwise-aroused voice.
"I'm sorry, Sir," I said. "I need you, badly."
"I know what you need, Katherine.
"You do, Sir," I replied, my eyes closed, trying to keep a smile off my face. Luckily, he couldn't see my face, but I was certain he could hear the hint of humor in my voice, no matter how hard
I tried to sound contrite.
He leaned over me, one hand sliding around my body, his fingers on my clit. He began to stroke me while we stood still, our bodies joined, his cock inside me as deep as it could get.
"Nice and hard," he said when he stroked my clit, eliciting a delicious ache in my core. I would be quick, once he started thrusting.
When he removed his fingers, I groaned at the loss of sensation, but I was so ready that I didn’t need additional stimulation. It felt so good with him inside of me, filling me, that I knew it wouldn't take too long to come.
He gripped my hips and began thrusting, slowly at first – agonizingly slowly, withdrawing completely only to enter again, angling his cock so that the head struck a sensitive spot inside of me over and over. Soon, I felt that familiar buildup of sweetness inside my core, and I knew I would come with only a few more thrusts.
"I'm ready," I managed to say, forgetting to add the "Sir" part of the equation, but Drake seemed not to notice – or care – for he began to thrust in earnest now, pumping, entering me and filling me up. When my orgasm began, my whole body tensed as white hot pleasure coursed through me, spreading from my core down my legs and up into my chest.
"Oh, God," I gasped, my breath caught in my throat, my body spasming around his cock. He thrust harder, faster, with my hips still in his grip, then he slowed his motions and thrust slowly through his own orgasm, his body shuddering over top of me.
When he was finished, he slipped his arm around my waist and raised me up, supporting us both with a hand against the wall.