“Princess, please.” She smiled. “You want me to beg? I’ll beg.”
“Tell me what you want, Myth Maker. What are you begging for?”
“I want to be inside you.”
“You’re too big.”
“Get on your knees and just take as much of me as you can.” I sounded almost desperate. “God, just put the tip in. I don’t care, as long as I’m inside you.”Yeap, I had officially lost my mind with this woman. “Are you wet enough? Do you want me to make you come?”
She let out a long, soft moan. “I’m not untying your hands.”
I smiled. “I don’t need my hands. Sit on my face and I will show you how I can make you come without touching you.”
She moved back to straddle my lap. “I like the sound of that, but right now, I want to make you come. And seeing you like this, knowing that I’m the one to make you this desperate… God, that’s turning me on. Look.”
Like something out of a wet dream, she slid two fingers inside herself, pumping them in and out a few times slowly before bringing them out, glistening with her arousal. I watched in aweas she brought them to my lips, smearing her juices across them before pushing them into my mouth, where I sucked them clean.
“I like you like this, Princess,” I murmured as she skimmed her hands down my body.
“Like what?” she questioned as she moved onto her knees, edging the head of my cock against her entrance.
“In charge. Confident.”
“As long as you tell me if it’s too much.” Her eyes met mine and I could see her concern for me dancing there.
“I promise. Now fuck me please,” I begged.
She slid down slowly, taking me inch by inch. She was so wet, her body stretched for me as she eased herself down my length. When I was about halfway in she paused to catch her breath, rolling her hips.
“Fuck,” I cried through gritted teeth. “I need to touch you, Princess.”
Balancing her hands on my shoulders, she leaned forward, letting her nipple brush against my lips. Seizing the opportunity, I sucked her pebbled bud into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the end. A rush of arousal coated my cock, making me want to slam into her. Holding myself back was almost painful, but for some unknown reason, I loved it and I wanted more.
Moving slowly again, Fern bounced her hips tentatively, letting me slide in and out of her, taking me deeper each time. Her hands found my head again, kneading my scalp as I worshiped her nipple, before moving to the other one.
“Touch yourself, Princess,” I mumbled before my lips pressed against her breast.
I watched as her fingers circled her clit and the closer she got to her release, the more she relaxed and the deeper she took me. I bucked back, keeping my movement minimal because I didn’t want to hurt her but as she pulled my hair and arched her body,I bottomed out and I couldn’t help myself, digging my feet into the floor as I fucked her through her orgasm.
Panting, wide eyed, her hair messy and disheveled, she looked like a goddess as she took every inch like she was made for me.
“So deep,” she cried as her lips found mine, our kiss messy and uncoordinated as our bodies moved together in perfect harmony. “Oh God, I’m going to come again. Oh, oh.” Her cry rang out as her body tensed and her already tight walls strangled my cock as she came loudly.
“I need to come, Princess. Tell me I can come. I want to hear you give me permission.”
My eyes widened as she stopped moving, edging me expertly again. She didn’t say a word, peeling the hair tie off her wrist, piling her silver locks on top of her head in a messy bun.
“Princess…”
She circled her hips once, making my body bow for more.
She did it again, letting her hands dance over my sweat covered skin.
“Please…” I begged again.
She smiled a soft smile that made me want to melt. This wasn’t about power with her. It was obvious she was trying to draw out my pleasure.
Shifting her position, she moved her feet inward, pinning my thighs to the sofa so I couldn’t easily thrust into her. She lifted her ass, letting my length almost slip out of her pussy, but just as I was about to object, she sank down.