My outfit was composed of a black leather jacket, matching punk-style heels, and a leopard print crotchless teddy. Playing to his biker girl fantasy would do the trick. I had lost the game to my boyfriend last week and was out for revenge this time. The rules were simple, if I could make him orgasm under three minutes, I won. If not, then he could rough me up and treat me like a sex doll. Either way, we both won, but it added a bit of extra fun.
I came out the bathroom looking for him, and found him ready with his cock in hand, sitting in our favorite spot – an S-shaped tantric chair with a mirror to the side and one above in the ceiling to capture all the angles.
“Oh, you fucking bad girl,” he said, laying his lascivious eyes on me, working his hand faster on his cock.
“I don’t lose back-to-back,” I warned him, sharing a smile with him, knowing that deep down he was rooting for me.
I had a couple of advantages besides my outfit. First, having teased him all week with texts and pictures. Second, using dirty talk to push him over the edge, which I reserved for the times I really wanted to improve my record.
My dark hair was shorter than usual, barely grazing the tops of my shoulders, with blue highlights that appeared mostly under bright lights and the sun. I felt sexy, knowing I looked like one of his favorite anime characters that he used for his desktop and phone wallpapers. Combining that with my perky, petite body made him the underdog.
I turned around and slightly lifted my jacket, giving him a view of how the lace and mesh back disappeared between my cheeks. I giggled, “you’re gonna cum so fast and hard, baby.”
I mounted him, clacking my heels on either side of the chaise, and lowering my warmth dangerously close to his throbbing inches. While he set the timer on his phone, I pressed my bare pussy against his cock, rubbing it up and down its length, brandishing the perks of my crotchless teddy.
“Ready to lose, babe?” he asked, unable to hide his losing odds behind a smile.
“Fuck no,” I said, dropping my pussy on him immediately when his thumb hit the start button on his phone.
The juicy sultriness of my pussy told him I meant business, and his initial moan acknowledged it. He freed my breasts from their delicate lace encasings. His mouth eagerly worked on my nipples, trying its best to replicate the same patterns for each one.
I cradled his head against my chest. The sounds of his lips melted my pussy, adding another sensory delight to our session. The mirror we had purposefully placed to the side displayed a reflection of our passion. His hands occupied themselves with their favorite softness, two handfuls of my ass cheeks, and encouraged me to fuck him harder.
I returned my attention to him, pushing him back with my hands on his chest, and placing my mouth next to his ear. “Enjoying the view?” I asked him, already knowing he was looking up at the rectangular mirror on the ceiling.
His breathing got heavier, inhaling the scent of my leather jacket he liked so much. “Bounce that ass on me…work that pussy,” he said between breaths.
I crashed it down harder on him, taking his length to the hilt, applying pressure on his prostate with every bounce. With his eyes locked to my peach, as he called it, my determined pussy lubricated his cock and showed him just how ripe and juicy it was.
I bit his ear lobe, hard enough to make his cock twitch. I dropped my weight on him again. Squishing my ass against his thighs. “Don’t you love your sexy anime girlfriend?” I continued teasing him.
Before he could answer, I was three-fourths up his length, showing off the intense grip of my lips that held his cock in place. He stung the imprint of his hand on my ass with a loud smack, and said, “Not fair. The dirty talk is cheating.”
I was running out of time but remained confident. “Mmnng, fuck, your cock feels so good,” I cheated some more on the way down.
My ultimate strategy called for a change in rhythm. I switched to grinding my hips back and forth, with a couple of bounces in between that pushed him closer to the edge. I hated to divert the attention of his lips and hands, but the finale included my tongue in his mouth.
The wrestling of our tongues made him weak. I moaned through our kissing, getting him to raise his hips, which was one of his tells when he was about to orgasm. Some things were done to add excitement to the game, but not the kissing, that came straight from the depths of our passion. My pussy oozed with my feelings for him, blending with my whimpers to say more than my words ever could.
From the beginning of the week, I had played all my cards right, bringing him to this moment of overwhelming pleasure. He was surrounded with nowhere to escape. My relentless pussy wanted his surrender, and he conceded with time to spare.
He placed one hand behind my neck and the other firmly on my ass, trying to hold me in place, but I wasn’t going to stop my celebration. I broke our kiss to watch his face contort every time his cock twitched and released a long spurt of fertile semen that painted my insides. My moans accompanied his over the edge, drowning out the sound of the alarm, to the place we visited often that teased us with parenthood.
“Good game, babe. That was easy,” I said, sharing a satisfied smile.
“Fuck, I hate losing, but I’ll take the L for you,” he said, bringing me closer to kiss my forehead. “But next week, you’re in so much trouble.”
Our relationship was wholesome and fulfilling, from matching intensities to similar interests, but there wasn’t any doubt that the backbone was our sex life. We just could not get enough of each other, and while part of me wanted to lose and face his wrath, I was already thinking about getting on a win streak.
