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Henry
She’s so cute when she’s flushed, her eyes bright, her cheeks pink, her need for my cock so intense she’s now calling me a torturer. This is my mate at her softest, and I want to keep her in this state for a while.
I slide into her very slowly, my thumb pressed lightly against her clit, my fingers splayed out across her belly. I am keeping her in place with much more gentle handling than she is used to and it is driving her absolutely wild.
“Please,” she whines, undulating her hips in a very alluring way that makes my cock throb inside her. “More.”
“You’ll get more when I give you more,” I tell her calmly, keeping my thumb on her clit, circling slowly as I fuck her at my own pace, using her tight, wet hole as a place to warm my erect cock.
“It’s not fair,” she complains.
“What would be really unfair would be if I stopped fucking you and sent you to the corner with your legs spread, bent over, on display for me until I decided I wanted to use you,” I say.
It’s such a good idea that even as I express the words, I start executing them. I pull out of her greedy little pussy, pick her up and take her over to the corner. There, I kick her legs apart and bend her forward so her palms are on each of the walls.
“Stay there like that,” I tell her.
“Why?” Her whine is petulant.
“Because I told you to, and because good girls get the fucking they deserve,” I remind her.
I go back and sit on the bed, watching her squirm.
“Stay in position, or we wrap this evening up now and you do not get to come,” I tell her firmly when she starts to rise. The whimper she makes as she puts herself back in position makes my cock rock hard. She wants to be mated so badly. This rich, powerful, spoiled little whelp of a woman is allowing her pussy to stay on display for me because she really wants to be fucked.
I let a few minutes pass, which might be harder for me than it is for her because I have the view of her gorgeous ass and thighs, and the slick slit between them drenched with desire, her lips puffy and wet, her pussy slightly open because I’ve already been inside her. The urge to go and bury myself in her is almost more than I can bear.
She is breathing like a woman struggling with herself, little pants, moans, even some yawns that I know are stress related because of how much she needs that which she cannot have.
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Fiona
I hear the bed creak as he gets up. I can’t fucking believe this. I can’t believe he’s doing this to me, and I cannot believe I am letting him. My pussy is so needy right now it feels as though I am aching between my legs, a truly internal experience of absolute unhinged desire. It almost hurts. I want him to mate me so badly.
He walks up behind me and casually slides his cock straight into my pussy. I let out a gasp of shock as I am stretched and filled all the way up. He strokes in and out a couple of times, casually using me, then pulls out and goes and sits back down again.
“No!” I whine. “Please. Don’t stop. Not now.”
“Patience,” he rumbles softly. “You need to learn that not everything is going to happen on your timeline.”
I know he’s trying to prove a point, but this is also very hot and I am absolutely desperate for release. I want him inside me. I want him to fuck me until his knot swells and his seed fills me and I am bred. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
But that doesn’t mean he’s going to give it to me.
After a long moment, he comes up behind me again. He thrusts inside me hard enough to make me yelp with surprise and starts fucking me with long, satisfying strokes… for all of a minute before he is gone again.
“Henryyy,” I whimper.
“Hmmm?”
“Please? I’ll be good?”
There is a pause, and then I hear him chuckle. “You’ve never made a promise like that before.”
“You never gave me a reason to,” I admit, blushing.
