Mistress to a Monster

“Sleep is the last thing on my mind.”

He removed his pants, then his boxer briefs.

Milah crossed her arms beneath her breasts, but he saw the hard points of her nipples as they pressed against her dress. She wanted to seem aloof to him, but her body was a bad liar.

“Give me your hand,” he said.

She hesitated for a second, but then she held out her hand. He placed it on his dick, wrapping her fingers around his length. “That’s it, baby, now hold me tightly.” He showed her exactly what he liked.

Milah didn’t look at him, but he didn’t mind. He showed her with his hand exactly what he wanted. Stepping close, he wrapped his fingers in her long, raven hair, tugging her head back so she had no choice but to look at him.

“Are you telling me that your pussy is not wet for me right now?” he asked.

“No.”

The defiance in her eyes was a real turn-on, but he saw the lie.

“How about we have a deal? I will feel your pussy, and if you’re bone dry, I won’t touch you tonight. If you’re soaking wet, then not only will I take your virginity, but you will suck my cock and fucking enjoy it.”

She glared at him.

Was she willing to risk it?

He fucking hoped so.

When it came to Milah, he intended to enjoy her.