I have him wrapped around my finger, silencing his 100+ texts an hour just to keep him waiting, knowing it’ll drive him insane. Maybe I’ll reply, once or twice with a hey or a hi. If I’m bored I’ll send a pic. Even just my bare collarbone gets him all riled up, has him begging to come over just to see me.
Today I’m treating him, just this once, dropping my address and giving him twenty minutes to haul his ass over here before I change my mind. It only takes him fifteen.
I open the door to the poor pet, his tall and awkward body hunching over mine, grabbing me tightly and breathing in my hair. I know he’ll remember this moment, maybe even treasure it.
He’s hard, I can feel it pulsing against my stomach, grinding it into my clothes like he’s deserving. I hide my disgust, smiling softly, leading him in.
He picks at his fingernails, bites at his bottom lip, eyes darting everywhere around the room, refusing to look at me. He’s nervous. It’s almost cute.
“Shy?” I ask softly, kneeling before him, eyeing the sweat forming on his brow as he shakes his head in denial. I want to roll my eyes, maybe even laugh, ridicule the idiot for his shameless display of lust.
I tug at his jeans and he breathes louder—a sweaty panting mess just from the thought of sex with me.
His dick is a decent size, a little on the thin side, standing at a proper six and a half inches. There’s pre-cum leaking down his shaft, drooling from the purpled tip.
“You’re already so hard for me!” I giggle to no response, my flirting wasted on this dimwit. I wonder if he’s a virgin.
My tongue flicks out of my mouth, swirling around the swollen head, feeling the red hot heat radiating from his sex. The taste is salty, yet bearable.
“Oh fuck…” He whimpers his first words, twitching against the flat of my tongue, his hips bucking wildly as he tries to force himself deeper into my mouth.
I pull back, fully intent on edging him, but it backfires. I get an eyeful of thick, hot cum, peering through blurred vision at the loser keeling over and releasing all over my carpet.
I’m shocked, of course, but then comes the blabbering.
“I’m so so— oh God!” He crouches across from me, pleading for forgiveness, whiney and annoying.
Then I feel it, the hot wetness of his tongue lapping up his own seed from my face. He’s sputtering and crying, apologising over and over again even as he licks the acrid jizz from my skin.
My makeup is for sure ruined by now, my left eye stinging—the lash weighed down by his cum. I could yell at the man, scream at him, push him out of my apartment and block him on everything.
But I don’t. I can’t. I let him slobber on my face, vacuuming up his own sperm with his quivering mouth.
“Lie down,” I command, my puppy obliging immediately, lying himself before me on the soiled carpet.
“I’m not done with you yet, mister.” I stand above him, slipping out of my clothes, chucking them to a nearby chair.
His eyes are wide, watching me, his dick still hard and throbbing even after orgasming. I take a deep breath, straddling his hips, my inner lips slick against his smooth tip.
“Are you gonna beg?” I tease, locking eyes with him, waiting for that pretty mouth to say something.
“P-please…” he manages through stutters, too flustered to form another word. It oddly sends a jolt straight to my clit.
“Good boy,” I whisper with expert clarity despite never doing something like this before. I sink myself down onto him, slowly, slowly, sharply inhaling when the base of his dick meets the fuzz of my pubes.
He’s already tensing, already trembling, large hands grasping my hips as his eyes roll back into his skull.
“Nuh uh, no cumming until I say so,” I coo, lifting my hand to brush his dark, sweat-soaked bangs out of his eyes. Wow.
My tits bounce with each roll of my hips. The curve of his cock keeps hitting that soft spongey spot inside me, pressure building in my lower abdomen.
“Please, fuck, fuck please, I can’t anymore I can’t!” He throws his head back, grinding his pubic bone up against me, only making me clench my teeth.
“I’m close. I’m close, just keep doing that,” I whisper hoarsely, trying not to lose my composure, my hands pressing against his boney chest.
He makes a grunting noise and I feel him pulse inside me, but I’m not done yet. I pick up the pace and fuck him through his second orgasm trying to chase my first.
Finally, fucking finally, I scratch that itch and my pussy flutters around his softening dick. I’m out of breath and he’s squirming beneath me.
“Fuck.” I hum, satisfied, blissed out. I stay there for several seconds, coming down from my high. That was good. That was great. That changed me.
“Good boy.” I smirk at him, hopping off of him, feeling cum leak out of my well used hole. “You hungry?”