He felt as good as she'd imagined.
She move d herself on his shaft, smoothly, almost letting him pop free and then burying him again. His hands lightly resting on her thighs, he let her move for a minute as she wished.
" Ohhh." She struggled to focus on his face; she couldn't keep his eyes on hers and felt control slipping. His cock bulged against her vagina walls as she stroked it, clenched around it, urging her climax to hurry, for she wanted it so desperately.
"Cassandra."
Pain registered. His hands were squeezing her thighs hard; they hurt. "Ow!"
She stopped, a bead of sweat ran into the corner of her eye and she wiped it. The mattress stilled. She looked down at him.
"What, Rangi? Ow. That hurt. And I was going to cum. You meanie."
He smiled, moving himself inside her to keep the erection. "Y ou can cum when I tell you to, and not before."
Cassie was focusing. "What do you mean?"
He thrust upwards a little harder, bouncing her. "I mean I control your orgasms, not you. I do want you to cum. Often. But only when I say. Now, keep going."
"This is being submissive is it?" She knew her tone was not. It was anything but submissive.
"You got it, Cassandra," he said contentedly. "Now get rockin', girl. I've been waiting days for this."
"Days?" She stopped again.
H is eyes opened and he spoke silkily. "Keep going, brat."
I t was hard to look annoyed at him while stretched around his cock, legs spread.
He reached up to where her nipples dangled. The touch alone sent another jab of electricity through her and she nearly lost her balance on his cock. She gasped and concentrated on her task, sliding up and down the silky shaft. She rocked her hips and clenched around him.
He d idn't merely touch her nipples, apparently not satisfied with widening her eyes and provoking a sharp indrawn breath, he twisted their ends. He stretched them, caressed them and wet a finger with his tongue and circled it around the one that seemed most sensitive.
Distracted, she lost her rhythm once again; her climax threatening as he continued to molest her. Forgetting her task, she twisted in delight as the cock slid in and out. She looked down, and though she couldn't see her portal with its filling, she could feel it. Her hands dropped forward to the bed as she tilted forward to get the best angle for her pleasure.
"I want to cum, girl," he growled. "Keep fucking me."
"Yes, Rangi," she gasped, flicking a hand to her head to sweep the damp drooping curls from across her eyes.
She concentrated, bending low to kiss him, then back to change her angle so he found more friction.
Abandoning one nipple, he found her clit. Just abov e his cock was room to stroke her nub; he did, she felt her need to cum intensify immediately.
"Rangi! You'll make me cum," she said moving as if on a trotting horse, making sure he didn't pop out while trying to increase her speed.
"I hope so," he blurted. " Nearly, girl," he breathed, " a bit more, yes, yes . . . "
His slightly raised head fell back and his teasing of her ceased as his hands dropped off her too. She felt him arching up, trying to thrust deeper into her and he kept it up for seconds that felt like minutes.
He seemed to increase in hardness, size and heat; she knew his orgasm was on the way, but its suddenness startled her as he'd given no shudder or sigh.
She felt him pumpin g out his cum into the condom, but feeling her own climax close, she willed it to overtake her before he quit.
Three, two; one final thrust down on him and her clit gave in. She slumped forward as the pleasure wave drained her remaining strength and satisfaction pulsed everywhere. Her vagina walls tightened round his shrinking cock. She rested her head on his chest, and closed her eyes as his heartbeat slowed beneath her.
Rangi stroked her head.
"You held it, girl. Well done."
"I wanted to please you," Cassie said." I want to please you always."
She smiled. She kissed him softly; she felt pleased he'd persisted with
She move d herself on his shaft, smoothly, almost letting him pop free and then burying him again. His hands lightly resting on her thighs, he let her move for a minute as she wished.
" Ohhh." She struggled to focus on his face; she couldn't keep his eyes on hers and felt control slipping. His cock bulged against her vagina walls as she stroked it, clenched around it, urging her climax to hurry, for she wanted it so desperately.
"Cassandra."
Pain registered. His hands were squeezing her thighs hard; they hurt. "Ow!"
She stopped, a bead of sweat ran into the corner of her eye and she wiped it. The mattress stilled. She looked down at him.
"What, Rangi? Ow. That hurt. And I was going to cum. You meanie."
He smiled, moving himself inside her to keep the erection. "Y ou can cum when I tell you to, and not before."
Cassie was focusing. "What do you mean?"
He thrust upwards a little harder, bouncing her. "I mean I control your orgasms, not you. I do want you to cum. Often. But only when I say. Now, keep going."
"This is being submissive is it?" She knew her tone was not. It was anything but submissive.
"You got it, Cassandra," he said contentedly. "Now get rockin', girl. I've been waiting days for this."
"Days?" She stopped again.
H is eyes opened and he spoke silkily. "Keep going, brat."
I t was hard to look annoyed at him while stretched around his cock, legs spread.
He reached up to where her nipples dangled. The touch alone sent another jab of electricity through her and she nearly lost her balance on his cock. She gasped and concentrated on her task, sliding up and down the silky shaft. She rocked her hips and clenched around him.
He d idn't merely touch her nipples, apparently not satisfied with widening her eyes and provoking a sharp indrawn breath, he twisted their ends. He stretched them, caressed them and wet a finger with his tongue and circled it around the one that seemed most sensitive.
Distracted, she lost her rhythm once again; her climax threatening as he continued to molest her. Forgetting her task, she twisted in delight as the cock slid in and out. She looked down, and though she couldn't see her portal with its filling, she could feel it. Her hands dropped forward to the bed as she tilted forward to get the best angle for her pleasure.
"I want to cum, girl," he growled. "Keep fucking me."
"Yes, Rangi," she gasped, flicking a hand to her head to sweep the damp drooping curls from across her eyes.
She concentrated, bending low to kiss him, then back to change her angle so he found more friction.
Abandoning one nipple, he found her clit. Just abov e his cock was room to stroke her nub; he did, she felt her need to cum intensify immediately.
"Rangi! You'll make me cum," she said moving as if on a trotting horse, making sure he didn't pop out while trying to increase her speed.
"I hope so," he blurted. " Nearly, girl," he breathed, " a bit more, yes, yes . . . "
His slightly raised head fell back and his teasing of her ceased as his hands dropped off her too. She felt him arching up, trying to thrust deeper into her and he kept it up for seconds that felt like minutes.
He seemed to increase in hardness, size and heat; she knew his orgasm was on the way, but its suddenness startled her as he'd given no shudder or sigh.
She felt him pumpin g out his cum into the condom, but feeling her own climax close, she willed it to overtake her before he quit.
Three, two; one final thrust down on him and her clit gave in. She slumped forward as the pleasure wave drained her remaining strength and satisfaction pulsed everywhere. Her vagina walls tightened round his shrinking cock. She rested her head on his chest, and closed her eyes as his heartbeat slowed beneath her.
Rangi stroked her head.
"You held it, girl. Well done."
"I wanted to please you," Cassie said." I want to please you always."
She smiled. She kissed him softly; she felt pleased he'd persisted with
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