Scream For me

He doesn’t let go of my hands or take his cock out for me, and knowing that what I so desperately want is so close but still out of reach is driving me mad.

“Please,” I beg. “I need to cum so badly. You have no idea how badly I need this.”

He gives a deep laugh and rocks his hips roughly up to me, making me let out a gasp at the power behind the thrust and the feel of his big cock hitting me even harder.

“I think I have a pretty good idea,” he says, stilling his hips and bringing my hands to the arms of the chair, holding me tightly in place. “If you want it bad enough, you’ll figure out a way to make it happen.”

“That’s not fair!” I pout, making him chuckle again.

“Things in life rarely are. Now work for it, baby. Make yourself cum.”

As pissed as I am, I can’t deny how much all this is turning me on. I’m so fucking wet that I’ve soaked through my panties and onto his nice suit pants. Serves him right for being such an ass. I rock my hips, wanting to cover him in my juices. His eyes run over my body, eyeing my flat stomach and the way my hips are working, and the tiny scrap of black lace that’s keeping my little pussy hidden from his hungry gaze.

When I start to rock harder against him, he brings his eyes to my bouncing tits, clenching his jaw so tightly I can see a vein throbbing in his neck.

“See something you like, Mr. King?” I taunt, laughing when he shoots me a deadly look.

I’m eating my words when he leans closer and hovers his mouth over one of my pasties before using his teeth and tongue to slowly tear it from my body. I gasp at the warring sensations, the quick shock of pain from the adhesive pulling against my sensitive nipple and the rush of pleasure from his tongue flicking across my skin.

“Fuck!” I groan, feeling the coil of tension inside me building even more. I grind against him harder, rocking my hips like a wild woman as he gives me a wink, spits out the pasty to the side, and does the same thing to my other nipple until I’m topless and so close to my orgasm I swear I can taste it.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Not even caring about what a little slut I look like, I lean forward, shoving my tit in his face, desperate to get his mouth on me again. He squeezed my wrists so hard I gasped, loving the feeling of being completely at his mercy.

He gives my nipple a sharp bite that makes me yelp at the rush of pain and pleasure it gives me. “So fucking demanding,” he growls, but I can tell he likes it. I can see it in the way he looks at me and in the way his hips have started to rock ever so slightly as if he can’t help but arch up to meet my every move. God, I bet he’s amazing at fucking.

“I want your mouth on my tit,” I say, causing him to give me a wicked grin and flick my hard nipple with his tongue.

“I know you do, pet, and you’ll get it when I decide to give it to you. Now do what I said, and make yourself cum. I want to see if you can obey like a good girl.” He gives me a sexy wink and adds, “Although I do have my doubts. I think maybe you only know how to be wicked.”

His words and the dark, sexy look he’s giving me, and, if I’m being honest, his refusal to give me what I want, all have me grinding even harder against him. When my body starts to tense and I close my eyes, it’s his hard “No!” that has me jerking them back open.

“You watch me when you cum, pet.”

God, he’s so fucking demanding, and it’s sexy as hell. I keep my eyes locked on his as I bite my lip and cum hard against him. My whimpers and moans fill the room, and I’ve never felt more alive in my life. This is a thousand times better than just cumming on my own. The feel of his hard cock pressing against my pussy, promising me more pleasure than I could ever imagine is enough to send me over the edge again, but Dominic lets go of my wrists and grabs onto my hips, freezing me in place.

My hands immediately reach out for him, greedy to touch every inch of him, to memorize every peak and groove. Before I can pout and beg him for more, he slides a hand between us and cups my wet pussy.

“Goddamn,” he groans, feeling how soaked I am.

Frustrated at the fabric between us, he pulls back and rips my thong off me in one, sharp motion before tossing it behind him and bringing his hand back, pressing it to flush against my aching cunt.

He slips a finger inside me, making me moan and grip his broad shoulders. “Now, let’s try this again, pet, except this time when you cum, you better damn well scream my name.”

My heart is racing, and I’m so fucking wet that the sounds of him fingering me are easily heard over the music. My skirt is bunched up around my waist, and when I look down and see his powerful hand working my pussy, I nearly cum right there on the spot.

“Fuck,” I whimper, rocking my hips against him.

He gives me a wink and presses hard against my clit, rubbing my sensitive nub as he continues to finger me. Without thinking, my hands slide down his muscled chest and start unbuttoning his white dress shirt. He doesn’t say anything or stop me, so I keep going, pushing aside his shirt and jacket until his tanned, muscled chest is visible in all its mouthwatering glory. I run my fingers over his chest, mesmerized by all the peaks and grooves, and when he rubs against my clit even harder, I barely have time to bring my eyes to his before I cum hard.

“Dominic!” I scream, no longer giving a fuck if Megan or anyone else can hear us. His eyes stay on mine, drinking in the sight of me cumming, and he seems pleased that I remembered his rule about keeping my eyes on him.

My fingers dig into his chest as wave after wave of pleasure crashes into me. I don’t know how in the fuck he does it, but he manages to keep my orgasm going for way longer than I ever thought possible. He switches from light and hard touches and just when I think I’m coming down, he does something with my clit that has me immediately riding that high again. By the time, he softens his fingers, I’m shaking and whimpering and can barely remember my name.

All I know is I’m never letting this man go.

I see a flash of surprise in his eyes as I cup his face and bring my mouth to his. We’ve just shared something so intimate, and I can’t stomach knowing that I haven’t even kissed him yet. I want to experience everything with him, and that includes my first kiss. His finger is still buried inside me, and when I run my tongue over his bottom lip, he lets out a groan and kisses me hard, taking control and showing me exactly what it feels like to be kissed by a real man.

He brings his free hand to the back of my head, holding me tightly against him as he devours every inch of my mouth. I let out a moan when he runs his tongue along the roof of my mouth as he slides his finger out of my pussy. When he brings his soaked fingers to our lips and slides them in, filling our mouths with the taste of my pussy, I feel my whole body melt against him as I open my mouth wider for him. Our tongues meet, tangling together as we both swipe them over his fingers, both of us starving for the taste of my sweet cunt.

When we finally pull apart, we’re both gasping and needing more.

“Fuck,” he groans, running his eyes over me like he can’t quite believe what’s happening. “What kind of game are you playing, Bridget? Why the fuck did you come here?”

“At first I came here because I needed a job, but that’s not why I’m doing this.” I give a shrug and an embarrassed grin. “Honestly, I’m not so sure I want to be a stripper. I don’t think I’d feel comfortable dancing for other men.”

“But you liked dancing for me?”

“Yes, probably more than I should.”

“Why do you say that?” He dances his finger along the side of my tit, tracing the fullness and leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

“Because it makes me want to do other things I’ve never done before.”

“What else have you never done before?”

I let out a soft moan when he cups my tit and runs his thumb over my hard nipple.

“I’ve never done anything, Dominic,” I say, making his eyes widen in surprise and his cock give a healthy jump beneath me.