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“I would never do this to you.”
I laughed as I placed his glasses on the nightstand.
He definitely would.
“Are you leaking for me yet, baby?” I asked, returning before him.
“Yes.”
As if to confirm, pre-cum dribbled from Jonathan’s mushroomed tip down his shaft. I swiped the nearly translucent trail with my finger like it was frosting from a jar and stuck it in my mouth. “Mmmm. Delicious,” I hummed around my finger as I trekked across the bedroom. I grabbed the armchair from the corner, dragged it in front of the bed, and sat with a heavy sigh, crossing one leg over the other.
“Tonight has reminded me why I’m not a fan of high heels,” I complained, unfastening the straps around my ankles. I resumed talking about any and everything while purposely ignoring Jonathan. He was pissed, but he’d thank me later when he came so hard that he’d forget his middle child’s first name.
After discarding my heels, I started working on my jewelry.
“Can you believe that asshole? Here’s my card in case your schedule lightens? When? When is my schedule supposed to lighten? Am I suddenly not gonna have four kids? Oh, you can touch yourself, but stroke it slow for me, baby, okay?”
Jonathan shuddered a breath of relief before massaging his aching dick. I watched him intensely as he pleasured himself. The man made the most beautiful face when he came, and I didn’t want to miss a second.
“Slower,” I demanded, earning a strained whine from my lover. “I bet you want to come, huh?”
“Yes,” he breathed out as we maintained eye contact. His eyes had darkened to the point where his sea-green eyes were nearly unrecognizable as he sank further into his sinful haze. I could see it in his eyes—what he wanted to do to me. He wanted to destroy my pussy—stretch it wide and fill it with his cum until it leaked onto the sheets. He wanted to punish my pussy and make me run from the dick. At that moment, nothing would make him happier than seeing me beg for mercy.
“I bet you want to come in my pussy, don’t you?”
Just the thought made him suck his bottom lip in between his teeth as he pumped his thick flesh. I smirked, shimmied my dress up to my hips, and hooked my parted legs over the chair’s arms. I wasn’t wearing panties, giving Jonathan a full view of my glistening pussy.
Briefly, I dipped my fingers inside before dragging them between my lips to my clit. I gently circled the bundle of nerves with a straight face, hiding how much Jonathan affected me.
“I asked you a question, Jon.”
His hand sped up. “I want…I want to come in your pussy,” he answered in an unrestrained tone I’d never heard before. I was pushing him to his limits as he teetered on the line of self-control and feralness.
“That’s good. I want you to come in my pussy, too. Hands off.”
“W-what?” he asked in a dazed tone that suggested the man was nearly incoherent with lust.
“Hands on the bed, Jon.”
“Kierra, don’t fucking do this to me,” he begged.
“Hands on the bed, Jon,” I repeated. He released his dick with a loud string of curses and gripped the edge of the mattress with so much strength that the veins in his hands and forearms bulged significantly.
For the next ten minutes, I forced Jonathan to watch me languidly play with my pussy as he turned multiple shades of red. His leg bounced anxiously as he waited for further instructions, hoping it would lead to the end of his misery.
I love playing with him, but at this point, I’m fucking up my own nut. Let’s get this over with.
Jonathan’s eyes rose with me as I stood. I shimmied my dress back down and wiped my arousal on the front of my dress, leaving behind a white streak that popped against the onyx fabric. I yawned and covered my mouth with the back of my hand. “Excuse me. That came out of nowhere. I’m so tired all of a sudden,” I taunted.
“I’m sure the minibar has Red Bull or something,” he seethed between clenched teeth.
If you want me to snatch your soul and give you wings, just say that.
“I’m sure, but energy drinks aren’t really my thing,” I confessed, peeling out of my dress. I stepped out of it and left it in a puddle on the floor.
“Kierra…please…I can’t…I can’t take this anymore.”
“Does it hurt?” I asked curiously, stroking his handsome face.
