He gave me another look, like
What the hell?!
Just as he did, I eased down on him about halfway – and then pulled myself back up and stopped.
“What are you
doing?”
he groaned.
I smiled. “Having fun.”
“Your brand of fun is
killing
me.”
“Oh, so you wanted a little bit more like this?” I asked as I repeatedly bobbed up and down on his cock, but only halfway.
“Unh – unh – unh – that’s – good,” he grunted with every bounce.
“Or would you like it more like this?” I asked as I plunged all the way down to his base, taking him all the way inside me.
“Holy shit,” he gasped, eyes open wide.
I immediately stopped and put on a strict schoolmarm’s expression. “Oh no, no, no,” I said as seriously as I could. “That won’t do. No profanity.”
“Oh… okay,” he said, confused.
He thinks I’m serious!
How adorable…
I added impishly, “Not while you’re fucking me.”
For good measure I ground my hips against his.
He grinned as he realized I wasn’t serious – then gasped as I continued to swirl my pussy around his cock. “I think
you’re
the one fu… doing that to
me
.”
Suddenly I got a devious idea.
“Doing what to you?” I asked innocently as I continued to rotate my hips.
He put his head back and groaned. “You know.”
“No… what?”
He looked at me from deep in the throes of delirium. “You said no profanity.”
“That’s right… no profanity.” I leaned over onto his chest and licked his nipple, then looked up at him with my best sex goddess expression. “…unless you tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”
His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “…really?”
I nodded, and leaned towards him. His cock almost slipped out of me… until I rocked backwards and took a couple inches inside me again.
He groaned. “Oh my god… oh my god…”
“Don’t talk to God, talk to
me,
” I cooed.
“Please… please…”
“Please what?”
He paused like he was marshaling all his strength. “…please fuck me.”
A thrill ran through my entire body.
Corruption of the innocent was
so
fun.
I moved backwards and took him all the way inside me, his wet shaft sliding so easily into my pussy.
“Fuck you how?” I whispered, and arched my back slightly so I put some pressure on his cock without moving up or down.
“Like… like you were doing,” he whispered,
his
eyes rolling back in his head now.
“You have to be more specific.”