Scream For me

Looking up at me, he lifts a brow and says, “Show me what you do when you watch me at night, Skylar.”

“What?” I say, so fucking horny I can barely think. “I thought you were going to make me cum.”

He laughs and leans down to kiss a line up my inner thigh. He stops before he gets to my pussy and looks up at me. “No, beautiful. I said I’d watch you cum.” Pressing his mouth back to my skin, he gives me a sharp enough bite to make me gasp and wiggle against the concrete. “Now show me what you do to yourself, sweetheart.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The idea of fucking myself in front of Mike should embarrass the hell out of me, but the way he’s watching me makes me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet. My pussy is aching with the need to be touched, and with his green eyes locked on mine, I bring my hand to my little cunt and moan when I feel how wet I am.

His fingers dig into my thighs as he keeps me spread wide, and there’s something about him holding me in place like this that’s got me so fucking turned on I can barely stand it. His eyes follow my other hand, watching me cup and massage my own tit, and when I give my nipple a hard pinch, he clenches his jaw and lets out a sexy groan that has smiling.

Knowing that I’m having this kind of an effect on him only makes me bolder. His fingers dig in even harder when I bring my foot to his cock, trailing my toes up the length of him.

“That hardly seems fair,” he says. I watch his eyes briefly close when I bring my other foot to him and sandwich his cock between my feet, gently stroking him under the water.

“Fair? I’ll tell you what’s unfair, Mike, having to watch you every fucking night swim half-naked in your pool while the only thing I can do is fuck myself and think about you.”

His eyes darken at my words and lock on my pussy when I slowly slide a finger into my dripping wet cunt.

“Watching you bring woman after woman back to your house, knowing you were going to fuck them, that’s unfair.”

My breaths are coming faster, my hips rolling, making the concrete sting my ass cheeks, but I’m way too far gone to care. I fuck myself in long, smooth strokes, making sure to hit my clit with each thrust of my finger. I feel his lips and tongue on my inner thigh, and I pinch my nipple even harder, sending sparks of pleasure to every part of my body.

“It should’ve been me,” I pant. “It should’ve been my pussy you were ramming your thick cock into.”

He groans and gives me a soft bite. I keep teasing him with my feet, caressing his powerful cock, imagining how good it will feel inside me. My pussy clenches around my finger at the thought. I fuck myself harder, moaning when I feel his tongue on my pussy, probing around my fingers and licking my juices from my smooth pussy lips.

“Fuck, Mike,” I moan. “I’m so close. I’m so fucking close.”

“That’s right, baby,” he murmurs against my cunt. “Be a good girl and cum for me.”

His words send me over the edge. I throw my head back and scream his name as my pussy clenches around my finger and I pinch my nipple hard enough to make me gasp at the rush of pleasure it gives me. Mike works his tongue around me, sliding it along my fingers and slit, licking up my juices like a fucking starving man.

When he gently bites down on my finger, pulling me out of my pussy so he can suck my fingers clean, I let out a soft moan at the loss of contact. My pussy throbs as aftershocks rush through me from the feel of his tongue sliding along my fingers.

“Please,” I beg, massaging my tits with both hands when he lets go of my finger, bringing his attention back to my pussy.

“Please what?”

His face is right next to my aching cunt, so close I can feel the heat of his breath against my wet, bare lips and swollen clit. I let out a frustrated groan that has him giving me a wicked grin.

“I want to hear you beg, beautiful.”

Fuck, this man drives me wild. Seeing his beautiful face between my legs, asking me to beg for more is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Even though I just came, all I can think about is how badly I need to do it again. God, I’d happily walk across this concrete on my hands and knees if it got me the thick cock my feet are still playing with.

“Please, Mike,” I whimper, squeezing my tits even harder.

“Please what?” he asks, looking at the way my nipples are poking out from between my fingers.

“I need your mouth on me,” I plead.

His strong hands grip my inner thighs harder, spreading me so wide that my feet are forced off his cock. I’m splayed open for him and loving every fucking second of it. He presses his face against my pussy, breathing in the scent of me with a groan that has goosebumps rising over my skin.

I feel like I’m hanging onto my sanity by a tiny, tiny thread that’s going to snap if he doesn’t make me cum soon. I whimper and rock my hips, letting the painful raw skin of my ass heighten the pleasure. All of this feels so damn filthy in the best possible way, and all I can think about is getting more. If Mike wants me to beg, then I’m damn well going to. He brings out a side of me that I never knew existed, like there’s some filthy, slutty version of myself that only responds to him.

Sliding one hand down, I run it through his hair and give him a wicked grin when he looks up at me.

“I want to be your slut, Mike. Your filthy little fuckdoll that you use however you want.”

He lets out a groan at my words and runs his tongue up my wet slit, making my brain freeze and my body arch against him for more. When he starts to gently part my pussy with his tongue, I moan and tighten my grip on his hair.

“Fuck me with your tongue, Mike. Let your little slut cum against your face.”