My lips curve in a smile. My little cheerleader catches on fast. I like that. It makes the game even more fun.
“But you can’t make a bet when I’m collecting my win, baby.”
“You made a bet when you were collecting your win earlier, why can’t I?”
Clever fucking minx.
“What if you don’t succeed?”
She lifts her shoulders. “Then you win.”
I like that idea. In fact, I like it so much that I’m considering not coming and torturing my dick just so I can torment her further.
“Do we have a deal?” she implores.
I give a quick nod. “On your knees, Naomi.”
She gulps, the sound echoing in the silent forest around us, as she moves into position. Her bare thighs are tucked together and strands of her jet-black hair stick to her face when she lifts her head and stares up at me.
The tang of anticipation and the tinge of fear on her face do strange things to me. Aside from making me want to fuck her face until it’s smeared with her tears and my cum.
“You have to open your mouth for the whole process to start, Naomi.”
She does so tentatively. Fuck. It’s so small, I don’t know how the hell she’ll fit me inside her.
I release my dick and stifle a groan. “I need your hands on it first.”
She hesitates for a second and I command her again, but with a jerk of my head instead of using my voice.
Surprisingly, she understands the unspoken order and reaches her petite hands toward me. The moment they cautiously wrap around my length, almost like she doesn’t know how to touch it, I briefly close my eyes. She strokes me softly, too softly. I focus on taking hard, guttural breaths so I won’t come from the mere brush of her skin against mine.
When I reopen my eyes, Naomi is staring up at me and then looks at my dick while she strokes it, as if she’s reading my reaction to her.
“Tighten your hold and do it faster,” I grunt.
She picks up her pace, but it’s not enough. She’s still uncertain, treating me with kid gloves like I might break when it’s the other way around.
The only one susceptible to breaking in this situation is her.
“Don’t be scared of applying pressure. You won’t hurt me.”
Naomi tightens her tiny grip and moves it from the base of my dick to the tip. I hiss in a breath and she pauses, her movements unsure, before she resumes her task.
While I don’t mind being fondled by her, this is neither the time nor the place.
“Take me in your mouth and stop the innocent virgin act.”
She glares up at me, her gaze burning in the pitch-blackness, and I expect her to let her sarcastic side loose, as usual, but she slowly guides me inside her mouth.
Her technique is awkward at best as she tries to fit me in as much as possible. Is this a tactic so she can get away without sucking me off?
In her attempt to stuff me in, her teeth graze my dick and I grunt as I grab a handful of her hair and wrench her head back. “No fucking teeth.”
Her eyes widen, but she nods as she closes her lips around my dick and sucks at a moderate pace.
“Are you sure you want to get me off? Because at this rate, I’ll be falling asleep.”
She frowns, and sucks harder, a challenge sparking in her eyes. But she’s not dropping the act of pretending to be clueless.