"Turns out, I am improving at a rapid pace, thanks to working my butt off." I smirk. "Now, pull me out and take me in your mouth, will you?"
She hesitates, and I lower my voice to a hush, "Do it, Sunshine. I’ve been lying here thinking of your intoxicating scent, your sweet mouth, the way you moan when you come, your soft skin that I want to mark—"
Her breathing heightens.
"Your gorgeous pussy that I want to bury myself in—"
Her face flushes further.
"Your hot, tight, wet cunt that weeps for me even as we speak."
A moan bleeds from her lips.
"Your mouth that yearns to taste me."
"I… I don’t—" she says on an exhale, "—don’t want to," she closes her eyes, "taste you."
"Taste me, Sunshine."
She squeezes her eyes closed and seems to get a hold of herself, then snaps her eyelids open, and fixes her gaze on mine. She grips my waistband and lowers it down my thighs. My cock springs free.
She gasps. "You didn’t wear briefs?" she says in an accusing voice.
"What can I say? I like to be prepared."
"What do you mean?" She scowls up at me, "You knew I would come to you?"
"I…had hoped?" I lower my arm and cup her cheek, "To be honest, I missed you."
"You did?"
I nod. "I missed the taste of your pussy. And I was lying here, imagining your mouth around my cock as you pulled on it, as you took me down your throat and hummed around the crown and sucked me off."
She scowls, "Good to know that I’m good for only one thing."
"Oh, more than one thing," I assure her. "You have more than one hole, remember?"
"You are a jerk, you know that?" she breathes as she straightens. "I am not going to stand here and listen to you insult me."
She turns to leave.
"Get back here, Theresa," I say in a hard voice, "and take my cock down your throat."
She hesitates and I growl, "Do it, Sunshine."
She turns around slowly, her face pale. "I hate it when you make me do things I don’t want to do."
"Or maybe you do want to, but you want me to take the choice out of your hands. How about if I absolve you of all responsibility? How about if you can blame me for your momentary lapse of reason?"
"Oh, I am going to blame you, all right." She shuffles her feet. "Please let me go, Axel. Please."
"Fine," I lean back, "leave, then." I cross my arms over my chest and close my eyes. I wait for a beat, then another, hear her shuffle her feet. I sense her standing there, unable to make up her mind, then the mattress dips.There you are.I crack open my eyelids as she straddles my legs.
She shoots me a hateful look from under her eyelashes, "I really do hate you."
"No, you don’t," I murmur, "but if it helps you justify this action in your mind, then by all means, feel free to tell yourself that story."
She shoots me another glance, then wraps her fingers around the base of my cock and squeezes.