Malcolm really has been such a good boy. I reward his Herculean effort to overcome his controlling nature by working my head up and down on his shaft several more times. As I work his cock I make sure to keep a very tight seal and apply as much suction as possible. From the corner of my eye I can see his hands desperately grabbing the blankets. By the way the fabric is bunching around me I can only imagine that his knuckles are bright white. Yup, I'm doing this to him.
With the sudden jerk of my head, I pull free of his cock with such voraciousness that the popping sound of me breaking the suction I was applying to his cock echo through the room. Malcolm releases a sudden burst of air because he's been holding his breath. I'm definitely earning points for both technical skill and artistry.
His eyes finally opening, he lifts his head, staring at me wild eyed. His expression clearly asking one question, "What the hell?" I'm not really that surprised; I would be asking the same thing in his situation.
I feel the corner of my mouth turn up creating a devilish grin that I mean every sinister part of. I lock eyes with him and slowly start. My hands finding the bed just at each side of his body. My knees finding their way from between his legs to surround his hips. I rear back so that I am sitting completely upright, my eyes still locked tightly on his. I rock my hips forward and back and side to side feeling the tip of his cock lightly brushing against the lips of my pussy. I am intentionally waiting for it. I am waiting to see that look on his face when he realizes what exactly is about to happen.
It doesn't take Malcolm very long to go from a look of frustration to an expression of understanding. As the muscles in his face relax his eyebrows lift. That is my cue. I lower myself onto him. The tip of his cock spreading open, first the lips of my pussy, and then stretching open my hole. His eyes roll back in his head and then close as his head tips back and his mouth widens into a grin. My juices making his entry into me smooth. My grin matches his as I revel in the joy of being filled in a way that only Malcolm can fill me.
It's a struggle for me to maintain my composure. I take my time sliding myself over Malcolm's entire length, but I actually want to drop down onto him. I want to be filled completely by him. Instead, I restrain myself taking full advantage of this opportunity to tease him like he teased me in my office. But eventually, I'm able to feel his hips against the insides of my thighs, the warmth of his body against mine adding to the glorious sensation of having him inside me.
I lift myself up and lower myself down a couple of times, the emptiness of egress adding to the satisfaction of his return into me. There is a devilish thrill in taking my time like this. I know what his fantasy entails, and me straddling him and riding his cock is almost a complete realization of that fantasy. It just isn't quite what he wants, and I know that. I want the exact same thing and I have to admit that Malcolm is a master of delayed gratification.
I start bouncing up and down faster and faster grinding his cock as I come down before lifting myself up as far as I can and then plunging myself back down onto him. As I pick up the pace, Malcolm's smile widens and his eyes open. He stares directly into my eyes as I bounce up and down. His hands release the death grip on the bedspread and instead he grips my hips, his arms moving up and down in time with my body.
"Grab my tits," I say, not stopping my momentum. "I want you to pinch my nipples while I ride your fucking cock."
His fingers are like vices as he does what he's told to do. The searing pain of his grip adds to my own building desire. The small incongruities of our motions, his hand moving up when I am moving down, or him moving to the left when I am moving to the right, mix with the sensations and frictions inside me.
I'm so close and by the shortened grunts coming from Malcolm, I can tell that he's very close as well.
"Cum for me! I want you to fill me with your cum!"
Without a word Malcolm follows the command. His jaw clinches, his back arches shoving his cock deeper inside of me. I can feel his cock pulsating. I can sense his cum exploding out of his cock filling me. I did this. I made this man wild with desire and lust. The thought "I win" races through my mind, milliseconds before my own orgasm overtakes me. My body locks, held rigid by ecstasy. Instead of shaking, my body is vibrating as Malcolm pumps me full of his seed.
Malcolm's hips lower as his back relaxes. I can only follow, my body still locked in the throes of joy. His tight grip on my nipples causing jolts of electricity to course through my body in the opposite direction of the vibrations of my orgasm.
Finally, my muscles relax. I have no strength to hold myself up. I slump forward and Malcolm catches me, each of his hands cupping each of my breasts. He lowers me onto his chest and I let his heat sink, soothingly, into my body.
“Are you done?” I whisper into his ear, still feeling his hard cock i
nside of me. My voice is brimming with mischievousness, and that’s enough to make his cock twitch inside my pussy.
“Done? I’ll never be done with you, Athena,” he replies in a heartbeat and, before I can do anything about it, he rolls me to the side. I’m lying down, my stomach flat against the bed, and I feel the mattress shifting under his weight as he moves.
Kneeling behind me, he hooks his fingers on my hips and pulls me up, making me go on all fours. I let out a whimper as he forces me up, and my skin prickles as I feel his cum dripping out of my sore pussy.
I almost regret teasing him because, in all honesty, I don’t know if my pussy can take anymore. He was inside me for brief moments, but the raw intensity with which we fucked has made sure that I’ll be walking funny for a few hours.
Thankfully – gulp – he doesn’t seem to be after my pussy right now.
Taking his hand to my pussy, he runs his fingers over my cum-coated folds and then takes them right to my ass crack. Caressing my ass crack, he then rests it against my hole and starts pressing down. I gasp as I feel his finger sliding in, the cum acting as a lube, and then he starts fingering me. His tempo is slow and gentle, but I know that this is just the build-up: the main course isn’t fingering me.
“Take it…” I say in an urgent tone, my heart almost bursting inside my chest. “Take my ass.”
“Right away, miss,” he whispers in a devilish tone, and then replaces his finger with the tip of his cock. I grit my teeth as he starts pressing it against my hole, sliding inch by slow inch inside of me, and I release a furious scream as he finally buries all of his length into my ass. “You asked for more… now let’s see if you can take it.”
With that, he starts fucking me relentless, his cock sliding in and out of me easily because of the cum he rubbed onto me. If he were any other man, his cock would've already deflated a long time ago… but this is Malcolm we’re talking about and, even after he came, he never stopped being ready for more.
I can’t even see or hear anything. I’m in a daze, transported by his cock to some far-off universe. And when he slides one hand around my waist and lays two fingers over my clit… Well, I just fucking lose it.
“OH GOD!” I scream at the top of my lungs, my eyes rolling in their orbits as I feel flames of sheer ecstasy engulfing every inch of my body. And, at the same time, I feel Malcolm’s cock pulsing inside of me, unleashing whatever cum remained inside of him.
By the time he pulls out of me, there’s cum dripping out of my asshole… and it’s blending with the cum coming out of my pussy.
I’m ready to fall on the mattress and simply collapse but, holding me by the waist, Malcolm stops me. “I’m not done…” he whispers and then leans forward, placing both of his hands on my ass cheeks and spreading them wide. I whimper as I feel his tongue against my asshole, sliding in and out as he scoops up his own seed.
He keeps devouring me because there’s no better term for it—for God knows how long, and when he finally emerges there’s cum dripping down his chin.