I couldn’t breathe the second you stepped inside my apartment. The door clicked shut behind you, and the whole world narrowed to just us… me in that tiny black silk slip I’d bought just for tonight, the one that barely covers my ass and clings to every curve like it’s painted on, and you, towering over me with that dark, starving look in your eyes. My nipples were already tight little peaks pushing against the thin fabric, aching for your mouth. My pussy was soaked, lips slick and swollen, clit throbbing like a second heartbeat. I could feel my own wetness sliding down my inner thigh.
“Hi, baby,” I whispered, voice already needy. I stepped forward until my breasts brushed your chest. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. About making you lose your fucking mind.”
You reached for me, but I caught your wrists, pinned them to the wall with a wicked little smile. “Not yet. Tonight I’m in charge. Tonight I’m going to tease you, edge you, ride you, drain you until you’re begging and shaking and shooting the biggest load of your life. Understand?”
Your cock jumped visibly in your jeans. At this point, I’m not sure who’s teasing whom.
I sank slowly to my knees, keeping eye contact the whole way down. My hands slid up your thighs, nails scraping those sexy jeans. When I reached your belt, I took my time, unbuckling it with deliberate, trembling fingers so you could watch every movement. The zipper sounded obscene in the quiet room. I tugged your jeans and boxers down together, and your cock sprang free; thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip, veins pulsing. God, it was beautiful. So fucking hard for me.
I licked my lips. “Look at you… already dripping. You want my mouth that bad?”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I dragged my tongue from your balls all the way up the underside of your shaft in one long, wet stripe, then swirled around the head, tasting the salty pre-cum that beaded there. You groaned. I smiled against your skin and took you into my mouth… slow… so, so slow… inch by inch, until my nose pressed against your pelvis and your cock was buried in my throat. I swallowed around you, vibrations of my moans leaking around you, letting the feeling roll through your length.
I sucked you like I was starving. Wet, sloppy, noisy, needy; exactly how I know you love it. My head bobbed, cheeks hollowed, spit dripping down my chin and onto my tits. Every time you twitched or tried to thrust, I pulled back just enough to keep you on the edge. I cupped your balls, rolled them gently, then slid one finger back to add pressure in that sensitive place, teasing the tight ring while I deep-throated you again and again.
“Fuck, Liza…” you rasped.
I popped off with a wet sound, strings of saliva connecting my lips to your glistening cock. “Not yet, baby. I want you aching.”
I stood, turned, and bent over the back of the couch, arching my back so the slip rode up and you could see everything… and I mean everything… my smooth, bare pussy lips puffy and shining, soaked and craving you… I reached back and spread myself open with two fingers.
“See how wet I am for you? This pussy has been clenching around nothing all day thinking about your cock.”
You stepped forward, but I straightened and spun, pushing you down onto the couch instead. I straddled your lap, grinding my slick cunt along the length of your shaft without letting you inside. The heat of you against my clit made me moan. I rocked slowly, coating you in my juices, my hard nipples brushing your lips through the silk.
“Suck them,” I ordered.
You yanked the straps down, and my tits spilled out, so full, heavy, light pink nipples begging. You latched onto one, sucking hard, tongue flicking. I cried out, grinding faster, the head of your cock catching on my entrance every time I rolled my hips, but never pushing in. I was dripping all over your balls now, the wet sounds filling the room.
I could feel you throbbing beneath me, desperate to thrust up. I leaned down, lips at your ear. “You want to be inside me so bad, don’t you? Want to stretch this tight little pussy open and fuck me, huh?”
You nodded frantically.
“Not yet.”
I slid off you, turned around, and lowered myself backward onto your cock in reverse cowgirl, only the tip at first. Just the fat head popping past my entrance. I stayed there, rocking shallowly, letting you feel how hot and tight I was, how my walls fluttered and squeezed around just that little bit of you. Then I sank down another inch… and yet another… until finally… fuck… my ass met your hips, and you were buried deep inside me.
I gasped. You filled me so perfectly, so completely. I could feel every ridge, every vein pressing against my walls. My pussy clenched greedily around you.
I started riding. Slow at first, lifting almost all the way off before sliding back down, letting you watch your thick cock disappear into my pink folds again and again. My ass bounced, cheeks jiggling with every drop. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit in tight circles, moaning your name.
“God, you’re so deep… It’s almost as if I can feel you in my stomach.”
I picked up speed, slamming down harder, the wet slap of skin-on-skin echoing. My tits bounced wildly. Sweat glistened between them. I leaned forward, hands on your knees, and fucked you like I owned you; aggressively, fast, filthy, relentless. My pussy made obscene wet sounds around your cock. I was close already, the pressure building low in my belly.
“Come on, baby,” I panted. “Feel how wet I am? Feel how I’m creaming all over your dick?”
I slammed down one last time and came hard… so fucking hard… shaking, walls pulsing, a gush of hot fluid soaking your balls and the couch beneath us. I kept riding through it, drawing it out, milking you with my spasming cunt.
But I didn’t let you cum. The second I felt your cock swell and your thighs tense, I lifted completely off, leaving you throbbing and denied in the cool air.
You groaned in frustration. I laughed softly, wickedly, and dropped to my knees again. I licked you clean, tasting myself all over your shaft, then sucked you deep once more, edging you mercilessly until your hips were bucking and you were cursing my name.
Only then did I stand, take your hand, and lead you to the bedroom.
The lights were low, just the streetlight glow through the big windows. I pushed you onto the bed on your back and crawled over you like a bitch in heat. My slip was gone now; I was completely naked, skin flushed, pussy still dripping down my thighs.
I straddled your face.
“Eat me,” I demanded.
You didn’t hesitate. Your tongue plunged inside me, lapping up my cream, then flicked over my swollen clit. I ground down, riding your face, smearing my juices across your mouth and chin. Two of your fingers pushed into me, curling against my G-spot while you sucked my clit hard. I grabbed the headboard and fucked your tongue, moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
“Fuck yes… just like that… don’t stop, baby, I’m gonna cum.”
I shattered again, thighs clamping around your head, flooding your mouth. You drank every drop.
I slid down your body, positioned your cock at my entrance, and sank all the way down in one smooth motion. Cowgirl this time, so I could look into your eyes while I fucked you. I braced my hands on your chest and started rolling my hips in deep, grinding circles, keeping you buried deep. My clit rubbed against your pubic bone with every movement.
“Look at me,” I whispered. “Watch what you do to me.”
I rode you slow and sensual now, letting you feel every flutter of my walls. My tits swayed above your face. You reached up and pinched my nipples, rolled them between your fingers. I moaned, clenching around you.
I leaned down, kissed you deep, tasting myself on your tongue. “You’re mine tonight,” I breathed against your lips. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think. Until the only thing you know is how good my pussy feels.”
I sat back up and really started riding; hard, fast, ass bouncing relentlessly, tits flying. The bed creaked. My moans turned into desperate cries. I could feel another orgasm building, bigger this time.
“Touch my clit,” I gasped.
Your thumb found it instantly, rubbing perfect, tight circles. The coil snapped. I came screaming, pussy gushing around your cock, squirting all over your stomach and chest. My whole body shook. I kept riding through the aftershocks, slower now, savoring the way your cock throbbed inside my spasming walls.
But still, I wouldn’t let you cum.
I climbed off, turned around, and got on all fours. Ass up, back arched, pussy presented like an offering; red, swollen, dripping.
“Take me,” I said. “Fuck me hard. Use me.”
You were on me in a second. Your hands gripped my hips bruisingly as you slammed inside: deep, brutal, perfect. The angle hit my G-spot instantly. I pushed back to meet every thrust, ass rippling, moaning like a whore.
“Harder. Fuck me like you own this pussy. This is your pussy!”
You did. You pounded into me, balls slapping my clit, the wet smack-smack-smack filling the room. One of your hands fisted my hair, yanking my head back. The other reached around and rubbed my clit furiously.
I came again: shaking, squirting, vision whiting out… my screams muffled by the pillow.
You didn’t stop. You flipped me onto my back, threw my legs over your shoulders, and folded me in half. The new angle let you drive even deeper. I could feel the head of your cock kissing my cervix with every thrust. My tits bounced violently. My nails raked down your back.
“Cum inside me,” I begged, voice raw. “I want to feel you explode. Fill me up, baby. Give me every drop.”
Your rhythm faltered. Your cock swelled impossibly thicker inside me. I clenched around you, milking, urging you on.
“That’s it… cum for me… cum so fucking hard!”
You roared, hips stuttering, and finally, finally, let go.
I felt the first powerful spurt blast against my cervix, hot and thick. Then another, and another, flooding me so full I could feel my belly swell slightly. You kept pumping, groaning, emptying yourself in long, shuddering ropes until cum was leaking out around your cock, dripping down my ass and onto the sheets.
I wrapped my legs around you and held you deep, pulsing around you, drawing out every last drop while you trembled above me.
We stayed locked like that, panting, sweaty, wrecked.
But I wasn’t done. We weren’t done. This was just the start.
After a minute, I gently pushed you onto your back again. Your cock was still half-hard, glistening with our combined mess. I crawled between your legs and took you into my mouth once more, gentle now, cleaning you, tasting us together. I sucked softly until you were fully hard again, then straddled you in reverse and sank down slowly.
Round two.
I rode you lazily at first, letting you recover, but soon I was bouncing again, tits jiggling, ass clapping, moaning your name. This time I faced away so you could watch my pussy swallow your cock over and over, see the creamy ring of my arousal coating your shaft.
I reached back and played with your balls, then slid a finger lower, circling your tight hole again while I fucked you. You groaned and thrust up harder.
I came twice more before I felt you swelling inside me a second time.
“Fill me again,” I whispered, looking over my shoulder, eyes half-lidded. “I want to be dripping with you for days.”
You grabbed my hips and slammed up into me, chasing your second orgasm. When it hit, you buried yourself to the hilt and pumped rope after rope deep into my already overflowing cunt. I came with you this time, walls fluttering, milking every drop until you were completely spent.
I collapsed beside you, both of us breathing hard, bodies slick and trembling. Cum leaked steadily from my well-fucked pussy onto the sheets. I dipped two fingers inside myself, scooped up a thick glob of your load, and brought it to my lips, sucking them clean while you watched.
“Mmm… you taste so good mixed with me.”
I curled against your chest, one leg thrown over yours, my dripping pussy pressed to your thigh. I kissed your neck softly.
“Next time,” I murmured, voice sleepy and satisfied, “I’m tying you down and edging you for hours before I finally let you cum. But tonight… tonight I just wanted to ruin you.”
I felt your cock twitch against my hip even though you were exhausted.
I smiled into your skin.
Mission accomplished.
