“Don’t even think about it,” she says, her tone soft but commanding. “Your cock is now mine, and you can only cum when I say so.”
I almost grab her by the hair and pull her head back to my cock, shooting my load into her face despite her bossiness. But, instead, I grit my teeth and clench my muscles hard, feeling my semen receding back down deep inside my body. Lets let her have some fun. Let’s let her take control. Let’s see what she’s got inside of her.
I nod.
“Good,” she whispers, her tongue jabbing at the tip of my head. “Very good…Now, can you take more…?”
The palms of her hands go to my chest, pushing me back against the leather couch. Like a tiger ready to jump on its prey she climbs on top of me, her movements fluid and deliberate. She grabs my cock with one hand and, rubbing its head against her pussy’s moist outer lips, she whispers her question once more against my ear.
“Can you take more, Mr. Hawke…?”
“I can take a lot more.” That was my curt response as, with an upwards push of my hips, I sheathe my cock deep inside her, her inner warmness embracing my pulsing skin. She moans as I felt the walls of her pussy stretching and stretching, working hard to accommodate my thickness. I plant my hands on her ass, pulling her cheeks with outstretched hands as my cock pounds her pussy without mercy.
Fuck, I’m close once more, my cum straining deep in my body, aching for release. I don’t care if I cum in her mouth or in her pussy, I just want to feel that sweet discharge of electricity running through my body, my cum gushing out in a torrent. But, once more, she can feel my urges and she yanks on my hair, her voice against my ear leaving no space for disobedience.
“Don’t… you… fucking… dare!” She whispers, her hips now setting the rhythm—a more gentle tempo, enough for me to catch my breath and pull myself together. “You want to cum real bad, don’t you?”
You bet I do, I thought to myself, unable to pronounce the words as I struggle against the urge to shoot my load inside of her.
“I know you do.” She whispers, swaying her thighs and delighting herself as my thickness rubs against her insides. “But I’m in charge here… I tell you when to cum.”
I bury my face between her tits, breathing her scent in. I’m going crazy, my cock feeling hard as steel, my tense muscles almost bursting at the seams as sweat starts trickling down my body. I don't know for how much longer I'm able to hold on.
She rides me hard, showing no mercy to the pleading in my face. My cock's hers, even if only in this short moment of time, and she can do with it as she pleases.
“Now…” She moans, tugging at my ear with her pearly white teeth. “Now I’m going to come. I’m going to come and you’ll have to remain hard…Say it.”
“You’re going to come…” I manage to say through gritted teeth.
She pulls hard on my hair, her voice commandeering him.
“And?”
“And I’m going to remain hard.” I mutter.
“Yes… Yes, you will.” Her knees chafes against the leather couch’s pillows as she rocks her body over me, my cock sliding furiously in and out of her, her juices covering it over and over again. She takes her fingers to her clit and, throwing her head back and closing her eyes, she presses and rubs on it, thunder spreading through her loins. Her body jolts as my cock goes deep, hitting that sweet spot buried deep inside her. She screams, pushing her shaking thighs against me as her hands pull my hair uncontrollably. She doesn’t know anything at the moment... but she doesn’t care. In that single moment, the only thing she cares about is the endless explosion of pleasure happening all over her body, making her skin boil as if she's about to disintegrate.
She grins, breathing in deeply as I pull out my cock from inside of her now too sensitive pussy, her whole body shuddering as its thickness passes through her outer lips.
“Stroke it… Stroke it for me…” She tells me, grabbing my wrist and guiding my hand. I do as I’m bid, my fingers grasping my member and moving up and down. I know I can’t hold much longer and, if I try to, something will pop inside my head. “Cum… Cum for me…”
Three words. Three words from her and my cock immediately explodes, warm white semen gushing outward and covering her belly in thick ropey strands. My fingers claw at her ass as my whole body feels as if it’s ripping apart, my muscles so tense I can almost swear I hear the flesh tearing apart from the bones.
“Holy… fuck!” I mutter through pursed lips, my brow furrowed in effort. I’m gushing so much cum that it’s splattering her whole body, dripping down from her tits and belly to her legs and pussy and then, finally, trickling onto the floor in thick drops.
I close my eyes and lean back, my exhausted and trembling body reclining against the couch. I sigh heavily, tender fingers softly grasping my hair, and force my eyelids open. Ashley’s eyes are on me, watching, a twinkle of mischievousness on them.
I give her a wide devilish fucking grin and, still reeling myself from eve
rything, tell her the first thing that crosses my mind.
“You are fucking amazing.”
She says nothing, but something flashes behind her eyes—something that seems confident and yet sad at the same time.
Ashley
“Hi this is Misty, who am I speaking with?” I say into the phone as I lean back. I’ve put on white lace stockings with a matching white lace thong and lace bra. I have heels on, and I decide to recline on my sofa.