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“My mouth,” I tell her. “My eyes. I only want you to look at me.”
“I could never look at another man,” she says.
I smile and move back to my prize. I almost come just looking at it. I spread her legs wiser and lick the length of her pussy. I let out an animal growl, and go back for more, licking and sucking her pussy and her clit. She begins to buck up toward my mouth, but I hold her hips down so she can’t claim more than I want to give her.
“This, baby, this is all mine. No one has been in here, and no one else will. This is where my cock belongs. This is where I belong. You have given it to me, and it’s mine. You understand.”
“Yes, Zane, I understand. My cunt belongs to you. I am yours to control, to own. I want you to own me. I want you to use it, because it’s yours. Only yours. It will only ever be for you.”
I bring my mouth down on her again, but it’s hard to focus, because I need to bury myself. I need to feel her. I give in to the lust, although I tell myself I will learn more control, and make it last longer in the future.
I press my cock against her entrance, which is flooded, waiting for me. I can feel the heat from her, and I want to slide in, but I wait until she looks me in the eye.
“You will not come, until I instruct you. I want you to hold your orgasm. Or I will not allow you to finish tonight.”
She nods, but as soon as I enter her, I feel the telltale clenching of her pussy. She will never be able to hold out, but I want to keep my word.
“Think of something else, Nichole, because if you start to come, I will leave, and you will sleep alone tonight.”
Her
…
When he enters me, I try not to come. I try to quell the rising ecstasy brewing, but he is right. He belongs inside me. It’s a homecoming, and I need him. I can’t control it. As he thrusts deeper, and I feel his body arch above mine, it happens almost instantaneously. I was already so wet, so turned on from his belt and his words, and now… I can’t stop. The tingles explode on each nerve ending, and I feel it starting.
“Yes,” I cry, but then, he’s gone. He’s left me empty, needing. The orgasm is right there. I can feel it, but it won’t come. It’s on pause and Zane stands from the bed.
“I warned you. Perhaps tomorrow, we can try again.”
And he leaves, to sleep on the couch. I want to follow, but I know he won’t care. He won’t give me what I want.
The ache in my pussy is agonizing. I look around the room, hoping for something, anything, to take his place, but there is nothing. I reach between my legs and touch myself, pulling the orgasm out, but it’s dissatisfying. I come, but it’s only a hint of what he could have given me, and I want to cry.
“Zane,” I call, over and over, but he doesn’t come back. I almost get up, go to him, but I can’t handle his rejection. Instead, I roll over, and fall asleep, trying to forget the yearning my body feels.
…
I wake to Zane behind me, rubbing his hands along my hip, and pressing his erection against me, between my legs, the head of his cock slipped just slightly between my folds. I jerk myself back toward him, but he anticipates and matches the movement, so only the head remains in position.
“Are you ready to do what I ask?”
I nod.
“I can’t hear you, baby.”
“Yes, Zane. I will hold the orgasm. I will only come when you tell me to. Please, please, fuck me.”
He bites my neck and growls into my ear. “No. I don’t want to hear that language. What do you want?”
“I want you to take what’s yours,” I say.
“Yes, this is mine. Mine. Say it, Nichole. Say that it’s mine, as I fuck you so hard you scream. I want you to know what it means to be fucked. You continue to use that language, and so I’m going to fuck you. I am going to show you the difference between what we have done, and fucking. Roll over, onto your
“I could never look at another man,” she says.
I smile and move back to my prize. I almost come just looking at it. I spread her legs wiser and lick the length of her pussy. I let out an animal growl, and go back for more, licking and sucking her pussy and her clit. She begins to buck up toward my mouth, but I hold her hips down so she can’t claim more than I want to give her.
“This, baby, this is all mine. No one has been in here, and no one else will. This is where my cock belongs. This is where I belong. You have given it to me, and it’s mine. You understand.”
“Yes, Zane, I understand. My cunt belongs to you. I am yours to control, to own. I want you to own me. I want you to use it, because it’s yours. Only yours. It will only ever be for you.”
I bring my mouth down on her again, but it’s hard to focus, because I need to bury myself. I need to feel her. I give in to the lust, although I tell myself I will learn more control, and make it last longer in the future.
I press my cock against her entrance, which is flooded, waiting for me. I can feel the heat from her, and I want to slide in, but I wait until she looks me in the eye.
“You will not come, until I instruct you. I want you to hold your orgasm. Or I will not allow you to finish tonight.”
She nods, but as soon as I enter her, I feel the telltale clenching of her pussy. She will never be able to hold out, but I want to keep my word.
“Think of something else, Nichole, because if you start to come, I will leave, and you will sleep alone tonight.”
Her
…
When he enters me, I try not to come. I try to quell the rising ecstasy brewing, but he is right. He belongs inside me. It’s a homecoming, and I need him. I can’t control it. As he thrusts deeper, and I feel his body arch above mine, it happens almost instantaneously. I was already so wet, so turned on from his belt and his words, and now… I can’t stop. The tingles explode on each nerve ending, and I feel it starting.
“Yes,” I cry, but then, he’s gone. He’s left me empty, needing. The orgasm is right there. I can feel it, but it won’t come. It’s on pause and Zane stands from the bed.
“I warned you. Perhaps tomorrow, we can try again.”
And he leaves, to sleep on the couch. I want to follow, but I know he won’t care. He won’t give me what I want.
The ache in my pussy is agonizing. I look around the room, hoping for something, anything, to take his place, but there is nothing. I reach between my legs and touch myself, pulling the orgasm out, but it’s dissatisfying. I come, but it’s only a hint of what he could have given me, and I want to cry.
“Zane,” I call, over and over, but he doesn’t come back. I almost get up, go to him, but I can’t handle his rejection. Instead, I roll over, and fall asleep, trying to forget the yearning my body feels.
…
I wake to Zane behind me, rubbing his hands along my hip, and pressing his erection against me, between my legs, the head of his cock slipped just slightly between my folds. I jerk myself back toward him, but he anticipates and matches the movement, so only the head remains in position.
“Are you ready to do what I ask?”
I nod.
“I can’t hear you, baby.”
“Yes, Zane. I will hold the orgasm. I will only come when you tell me to. Please, please, fuck me.”
He bites my neck and growls into my ear. “No. I don’t want to hear that language. What do you want?”
“I want you to take what’s yours,” I say.
“Yes, this is mine. Mine. Say it, Nichole. Say that it’s mine, as I fuck you so hard you scream. I want you to know what it means to be fucked. You continue to use that language, and so I’m going to fuck you. I am going to show you the difference between what we have done, and fucking. Roll over, onto your
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