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“Seriously? You can’t tell me you don’t want me right this second, Atlas.” She slammed her hands on her hips with that attitude I loved so much, and I grew even harder.
“I do want you,” I adjusted my raging hard cock in my jeans. “But I want to see what you look like on all fours between my legs first.” I waited over two weeks for this; I could wait a few more minutes to have her. I wanted her begging.
I could see the sexual frustration pulling her under, how her body tensed from my words. She chewed on her cheek as she thought about her next move, whether it would be arguing further or just giving me what I wanted.
It turns out that two weeks of waiting paid off in the end. Because after a few minutes of standing there, she sucked in a deep breath and finally sunk down to her knees where she stood. That’s my girl.
She began to crawl—and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever witnessed. The way her hips swayed and her shoulder blades pitched with every flawless movement. She was a lioness, prowling for the kill—and I was her prey. Gladly.
Not taking my eyes off of her, I rested my elbow on the armrest and brought my hand to my mouth, rubbing my finger along my bottom lip, my gaze roving her from head to toe, taking in the curve of her gorgeous ass as it moved with her hips. She was magnificent.
Her beautiful hazel eyes looked up at me through her dark lashes as she crawled her way towards me. Once she reached my legs, she pressed her palms to my knees, sliding them up my thighs as she lifted herself up onto her knees, stopping when she reached the waistband of my jeans.
I was so hard that I felt as though my cock would burst from my jeans if she didn’t release it soon. I bit down on the side of the finger that rested on my bottom lip as she dropped her gaze to the large bulge in my jeans. She licked her lips, and all I could think was how I wanted that pretty mouth wrapped around me, taking me deeply.
“Was crawling on my pretty little hands and knees to your satisfaction, Atlas?”
I loved it when she said my name; I loved it more when she was screaming it. I bent forward, gripping her chin between my fingers and tilting her head up to meet my eyes.
“If you are expecting me to call you a ‘good girl’ and take you to my bed, you’re wrong; you’ll have to earn it. What you just did was only the beginning. I need you begging me, sweet thing.” I murmured, my eyes dropping to that fuckable mouth of hers one more time.
I could see the wheels turning in the back of her mind. She wasn’t the type of woman to lose a fight, and she was already preparing to torture me just as I was torturing her. We were evenly matched, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t love the challenge she posed against me. She was made for me, made to take me in all ways.
Bringing her hand to my chest, she pushed my body back into the couch—I let her, and she dragged that same hand down to the waistband of my jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling down on the zipper.
I hissed between my gritted teeth as she pulled my raging hard cock from beneath my jeans and slowly began stroking it from base to tip. She never broke her eye contact with me—she was good. So good.
Licking her lips, she dragged her thumb across the head just as a small bead of pre-cum leaked out. I bet she was imagining how good it would taste on her tongue, just as I continued to remember how she tasted on mine. With one more pass of her thumb and drag of her hand down my shaft, she brought her mouth to the head, kissing it lightly before parting her lips and bringing her head down on me. The warm, wet heat of her mouth sent shivers up my spine.
I gripped the armrests of the couch with both hands, digging my fingers into the fabric, a curse escaping my lips. Fffuuuccckkkk.
Slowly she began to work my cock with her mouth, pulling it out completely, then driving back down with her tongue first, the tip diving into the small opening, before pressing it into the underside of my shaft as her mouth followed. She took me almost completely to the base, the back of her throat squeezing me as she swallowed.
She moaned as she continued to devour me, her throat vibrating against my cock and causing another ripple of pleasure to flood my senses, my knuckles turning white against the armrests. I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped my throat as my head dropped back, and I shut my eyes in pure ecstasy. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was perfect.
Her teeth dragged lightly against me as she pulled back, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I could have come right there, but I stopped myself; I wanted to come inside her tight wet cunt, not her mouth. I could do that another time, but this time, I wanted to have her on my bed, wreathing and pleading for me to come inside her.
Begging for me to end her endless climaxes and let her rest.
I was going to make her regret not begging me two weeks ago.
With that thought in mind, I gripped her by the back of the head, my fingers tangled in her hair, and I pulled her off of me, her mouth making an audible ‘pop.’ She looked up, mouth still open and ready to take more of me.
“Too much for you?” She sent me a smug grin, licking up the mix of her spit and my pre-cum from her lips. My good fucking girl.
“Not enough.” I panted as I stood up from the couch, pulling her with me and throwing her over my shoulder, taking her to the bedroom.
I tossed her onto the center of the bed, grabbing her by the ankles and then dragging her to the edge of the mattress.
“Take off your shorts,” I demanded, my breathing growing heavy with desire for her.
“That’s not very seductive.” She chided.
“You forget that I’m not here for you; you are here for me. Now take them off.” I slapped the side of her thigh.
She gave me an amused grin and unbuttoned her shorts, sliding them off her legs and dropping them to the floor. Bending forward, I placed my hands on either side of her head and pressed my lips to the crook of her neck, breathing her in deeply. I could bury my face in her forever.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmured into her. I could feel her eyes roll, and I bit down on the tender skin where her shoulder met her neck. She abruptly gasped from the pain but then let out a low moan. She liked it rough, and that was exactly how I would give it to her tonight.
