“To do this.”
“I see.” I move away from her, rolling onto my back at her side. “Thank you for being honest.”
“What are you doing?” she asks. She tries to twist herself onto her side so she can face me, but all she manages is to flop around.
“I’m sorry to say you’ve gotten me hard to the point where I’ll have blue balls for hours. I have to come to avoid that.” I toss my shorts aside and take myself in hand.
“You’re… doing it to yourself?”
“I don’t have a choice. Believe me. You think I’m a bastard without blue balls? You haven’t seen anything.” I sigh while my hand slides up and down.
“But I’m…”
“You’re?” I ask, grinning to myself at the whine still in her voice.
“I’m right here. And if there’s such a thing as blue clit, I have it.” She wiggles closer like she did before, her legs rubbing against mine. “Please.”
Fuck, how am I supposed to resist that? I don’t plan to, but I’ll let her simmer a little longer. It’ll be better for both of us that way. “Please, what?” I ask, gritting my teeth to hold on while my hand continues its slow journey over my shaft.
“Really?”
“I need to hear it.”
“Please.” She draws a hitching breath. “Please. Let me come. Make me come.”
“That’s not good enough. How should I make you come?”
“With your cock.”
Fuck, yes. “More,” I groan. “What do you want me to do with it?”
“Um… fuck me?”
“Aren’t you sure?”
She sounds pathetic when she whimpers, “Yes. I’m sure.” She runs her foot over my leg. I have to bite back a groan. “I want you to fuck me with your cock.”
Precum drips onto my fist at the sound of that. She’s desperate for it. Hungry for me. For my cock. A woman doesn’t sound like that when she’s acting.
I’m on her before she can react, rolling her onto her side, away from me. I yank the thong down to her knees while whispering, “Be careful what you wish for.”
She’s sopping wet, like a river between her swollen lips. Lips I drag my head through, picking up her slickness. The heat is mind-blowing. “Mm, yes. That’s nice.” She moves with me until I’m hitting her clit.
I let her do it, closing my eyes and grinding my teeth to keep from shooting my load here and now. There’s something insanely erotic about the way she moves. She’s uninhibited and single-minded. Focused on chasing the high.
Until she starts crashing into me, and I have to take her hip to hold her still. “Don’t break it before I get it in you.” I slide over her hip, down her thigh, and around to her clit.
She arches against me when I make contact and begin circling it with the tip of my finger. “Ohh…”
“You’re going to come for me first,” I say before sweeping my tongue over the curve of her ear. She shudders, a high-pitched whine building in her throat that turns to a moan when I sink my teeth into her shoulder.
She’s unlocking me. All of me. The savage, the brute. I want to make her come. I need to make her hurt. “How does that sound? You want to come for me?”
“Yes!” she shouts, moving her hips. Grinding against my finger, which means she’s grinding against my cock at the same time.
“Show me how much you want it. Be a good girl and show me.” I lift her leg and drape it over mine before returning to her needy clit. My strokes are light, rapid, and soon, she’s humping my hand for all she’s worth. “That’s right. Come for me, and you get my cock.”
“Yes… yes. I want… I want to come… Oh, god!” She shudders against me, sobbing out her release while her hips keep moving. I keep playing with her, teasing her orgasm out, keeping her on the plateau.