“Touch your tits, baby. Tonight is all about you.”
Her eyes meet mine, questioning.
“I’m waiting.”
Reaching up, she squeezes her breasts, and her nipples harden. “Good girl. Now pinch your nipples.” With two fingers, she rubs her nipples, then pinches the hard buds, a low growl escaping her.
“Come here.” My eyes lock with hers as she walks to me, stopping in between my legs to wait.
Her waxed pussy is right there, ready for me to lick, so I grab her ass and jerk her forward. When I trail my tongue over her clit, I taste sugar and mint. She weaves her hands through my hair and leans into me. Smiling, I lift my head.
Her eyes are the color of the sky right before nightfall. She cocks her head to the side, watching me.
“Sit,” I tell her.
She moves forward, but I turn her ass around, pulling her onto my lap. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I pull her in tight to my chest and use my legs to spread hers open.
“Ryder,” she moans, trying to rub her ass on my leaking cock.
Grasping her tits, I inhale her scent.
“Now.” I lightly bite her neck, then suck the spot. “This is going to be intense, and I need you to trust me. You trust me, right?”
She puffs out some air and nods, her eyes closing while she waits for me to make her come. I smile again, wrapping one hand around her neck to hold her head back in place while I dip the other into her wet, slick pussy.
“That’s my Bellezza,” I praise her, my lips at her ear. “So wet. You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She opens her eyes when I rub two fingers slowly back and forth across her slick pussy.
“You think you can be a good girl and do something that would make me happy?” I bite her lobe again.
“Anything. I love you and trust you.” She pants, like the greedy girl she is, and I smile.
“Good girl,” I growl.
Her eyes pop open.
“What?” She licks her lips.
I keep stroking her, spreading my legs farther, opening her as wide as she can go while I rub her. Her cunt is already swollen and ready to go over, but that’s not what tonight is about.
This is about trust and control.
Slowly, I slide two fingers deep inside her as she moans and chants my name.
“Shh, close your eyes. You trust me?” With every thrust of my fingers, I go deeper, holding her neck so she can’t move.
“I trust you… please,” she begs and my balls tighten.
“You feel my cock at your ass? You want me to fuck you there tonight?”
“Yes,” she screams and I grin.
“Such a nasty girl, but I’m not fucking that tight hole tonight.” My fingers go even deeper, rubbing her spot.
Her eyes open and she bites her lower lip so hard she has to taste blood.
“You’re gonna squirt for me, Bellezza. You think you can do that?”
Her body tenses. “What? No, I can’t.”
“Shh, you can. You want me to be happy, don’t you?”
“Ryder. I can do a lot of things, but not that,” she moans as I continue rubbing her G-spot.
“Because you think it’s bad, right? A good girl doesn’t squirt, right?” My fingers fuck her faster, and her G-spot swells. She’s close.
“Oh my God.” Her nails dig into my forearms.
“Relax, baby.” I kiss her forehead. “I’m gonna make you feel so good you’ll be begging me to make you fucking squirt again and again. Now tell me what a good girl you are. Say it.”
I love the way her slick pussy juices drench my fingers. Her candy-flavored breaths come out so harsh, she sounds like she’s running a marathon.
“Say it.” As I rub and slap her clit, she screams. Dipping my fingers back inside, I rub her G-spot again.
“I’m a good girl.” She moans it out loudly as her body jerks.
“Yes, you are,” I praise her again and keep stroking her. Fuck, she’s magnificent with her legs spread wide open. Her G-spot feels like the pulp of a lemon. Her cunt tightens, and it’s clear she’s ready to release.
“Mine, you’re mine,” I tell her, and she lets go, screaming, eyes rolling back in her head as she ejaculates, her pussy contracting, releasing a spray of juices.
I hold her, kiss her face, loving her through this experience. Gently rubbing her juices on her clit, I watch her in all her glory, her body flushed, her cunt open and dripping, and all I can think about is this is it.
She is my reason to live.
I lift her up and turn her around, jerking my cock out of my sweats as I slam into her wet slickness.
“I’m gonna come again,” she cries out, grabbing hold of the back of the chair, pounding up and down on me, our bodies slapping together.
“That’s it. Fuck me.”