Slipping my hand up her stomach, I touch her throat, and follow it to her chin. Cupping her face with my hand, I run my thumb across her bottom lip. “You like being in charge like this?” I ask, pulling her down and placing a kiss lightly on her lips. “Is this what you want?”
“I don’t like it, I love it.” Moving her hips, her smile grows. “I love feeling your cock against my pussy, I love the way you’re looking up at my body right now, I love knowing that I can slip your cock inside me and control how hard we fuck.”
Growling, I fist her hair and grip it at the roots. “Then fuck me already. What are you waiting for?”
“Uh, uh,” she says, tsking me under her breath. “You might run an entire business, but right here, right now, I’m in charge.”
Her hips start to rock faster, making my cock throb harder. Watching her body as she moves, seeing her tits thrust out as her back arches, and feeling her juice as it seeps through the sheet, I don’t know how much longer I can take this torture.
I’m ready to rip off the barrier between us and slam her hips down on my cock. She’s driving me fucking crazy and I’m about to lose my mind.
There’s a thread of sanity I’m clinging to. Everything around me is gone, I don’t hear the sounds of the ocean, I don’t hear the sounds of birds, I don’t even hear my own breathing. All I can hear is my heartbeat as my pulse kicks, forcing all the blood down to my shaft.
Lowering herself, she dances her tits across my face, running her nipples over my lips. Sticking my tongue out, I attempt to lick her small buds, but she pulls away quickly, with a devilish grin on her face.
“Do you want me?” she asks, squeezing her tits with her hands and thumbing her nipples.
“Yes, I fucking want you.”
“How bad do you want me?” Her hand moves down her stomach to her mound, and she spreads her lips wide. Flicking her clit, she groans as she touches herself.
“Do I have to answer that? Because I think my cock is screaming it pretty loudly.”
“I want to hear you say it. Tell me to fuck you.” Starla’s pussy slips up and down over my hidden shaft, sheathed behind fibers. “Say it.”
“Fuck me,” I groan as my dick pulses and my stomach clenches. “Fuck me before I end this game and take you how I want you.”
“That’s not how this game works.” With a sultry glare, she bats her lashes and licks her lips. Sticking her hand deeper between her legs, she starts to finger herself. “You want to feel this? I’m so wet, fuck I’m so wet right now.”
A raspy groan escapes my mouth as I push my hips up hard. “Yes, stop fucking teasing me.” My voice is rough, demanding, teetering on the edge of a crazed lunatic.
If she doesn’t stop playing with me, I can’t promise that my head will stay on straight and I’ll be able to keep myself under control. My dick is taking over, feeding my brain with directions and commands.
Take her.
Fuck her.
Make her yours.
She has about three seconds left before I go completely feral and turn from man into beast. I won’t be able to stop anything at that point. She’ll be at my mercy.
Starla pulls the sheet down and my cock pops free, bouncing straight up toward her face. Spreading her lips, she pushes my dick into her slit. Using her fingers, she rubs her arousal all over the tip and down my shaft. Lifting onto her knees, she guides my head to her entrance and slowly lowers herself.
My cock disappears inside her body as her pussy takes it inch by inch. And I watch as her pussy devours every last bit of my length. Starla sits still for a moment, giving her body time to adjust to my size.
“Mm,” she groans, closing her eyes and dropping her head back.
Smiling, I jerk my hips to match the sway of her body. Goosebumps explode across her skin as she lifts and lowers, giving me exactly what I want. Exactly what I need.
I want to see her lose herself.
I need to see her crumple up as she dangles on the edge.
I need to see her fall prey to what I already know…
We were meant to find each other.
There’s something different about Starla, and I was trying like hell to pretend that I didn’t feel it. And as she rides my cock, bouncing up and down, moaning like I’m a God, like I had just breathed life into her lungs, I know…
Starla has taken a piece of my soul.
She controls my everything.
And I want her forever.
* * *
“Where the hell have you been?” My father is standing in the doorway, one eyebrow cocked high. “I messaged you over and hour ago.” His eyes flick to the watch on his wrist, as if to emphasize how many minutes of his time were wasted waiting for me.