“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” he said. Instead of responding, she whined and rubbed against his thigh, and he laughed. “And this is all because I let you suck my cock this morning?”
“No,” she said. She bit his neck and he slapped her ass in retribution. “It’s because I sucked your cock and you wouldn’t let me come.”
“I had to go to work.”
“Ugh,” she said, and bit him again. “You’re the worst.”
“Am I?” He reached down and cupped her pussy over her underwear. She was so wet she’d soaked right through the cotton. “Am I really?”
“Yes,” she said, in a tone that made the word sound more like please. Her hips ground in tiny, helpless circles. “The absolute—oh, god, please, your fingers, please—worst.”
“Uh-huh,” he said, indulgent and patronising. “And yet you still want my fingers inside you.”
“I was such a good girl for you this morning,” she said. “I woke you up with a blowjob—”
“You liked that as much as I did.”
“I let you come on my face. And I wanted to come so so badly after that.” She was starting to whine, the high-pitched tone of a little girl edging into her voice. “But I was so good. I didn’t even touch myself after you—”
He kissed her. Her mouth opened beneath his, soft and submissive. He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled until she whimpered. When he pulled away from the kiss, she was glassy-eyed and dazed. “Here’s what we’re going to do,” he said. “You’re going to suck me off again and swallow every drop of my come like the good girl you keep telling me you are. After that, if I’m happy with you, you’re going to lie back and I’m going to lick that pretty little pussy of yours until you’ve come so many times you’re begging me to stop. Sound good?”
“Yeah.” The whine was gone; her voice was no more than a breathy whisper. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
He pushed her off the couch and onto her knees. “Good girl,” he said. “Now show me what that slutty little mouth is good for.”
(buy me a coffee?)
my corner 