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“But it wasn’t as nice as my cock?” heasked.
I shook my head, remembering with a hot rushof embarrassment the way I’d screamed out how much I loved hisdick.
“No, my dragon,” I panted. “Nothing is asgood as your cock.”
“That’s what I like to hear. Do you wantthis cock tonight?” he asked.
“Fuck, yes.” It was a ragged whisper.
He pulled his hand away from my strainingclit and slapped my ass.
“Please don’t stop!” I begged. “I mean, yes,my dragon! I want your cock! I always want your cock in me!”
His hand returned to where I wanted it,where I needed it to be. The brief absence had only made my fleshhungrier. I wanted him to speed up, to get me exactly where I wasinevitably headed, but he kept moving that finger slowly, as if itwere a metronome.
“That’s better, princess,” he murmured.“You’re getting close. I can tell. I can hear your cuntpulsing.”
Fuck.
“If I slid a finger in there, would youcome?” he asked.
“Oh yes, my dragon,” I breathed, hoping hewould do it.
“You’ll have to earn it tonight. Just likeyou’ll have to earn this cock by being a very, very good girl.” Themaddeningly slow touches were torture now. I was so close, I keptbelieving that one more would take me over the edge, but then itwouldn’t. I was creeping toward my orgasm inch by interminableinch. I sobbed in frustration.
“You have plenty of time left, princess,” heassured me. “Relax. Breathe. And don’t tense up.”
That last command seemed impossible as thetension in my pelvis twisted tighter.One more,I promisedmyself.It will be the next one.The muscles in my thighstrembled.One more.Surely, this would be the last one, theone that would make me burst. One more, and I would—
My orgasm wasn’t the explosion I expected.It was far more intense. I spiraled into it like I was entering ablack hole of pleasure, where time stretched out to impossiblelengths. It wasn’t a quick rush or a completion. I was lost in anorgasm that went on so long, I saw stars. Then, I didn’t care whatI was seeing, because he kept the same pace, the same pressure, andthe pleasure never stopped. If anything, it became deeper, untilanother climax rippled through while I climbed toward another, andanother, all of them stacked on top of each other.
When he warned, “One more minute,” Ithought,surely, I’ve been coming for an hour by now.Then,all rational thought left me as I was pulled under the waves ofanother orgasm. This wasn’t like being tortured with too muchsensation on overstimulated flesh. I never came down.
When the timer beeped, I groaned indisappointment.
“That sounded pretty ungrateful, princess,”he said, and the scolding in his tone sent me crashing down.“Ungrateful girls don’t get presents.”
“I’m sorry, my dragon.” I would say anythingto feel like that again, but a part of me was also ashamed that I’dlet him down. That he’d perceived me as not appreciating thepleasure he’d given me. “Please, let me make it up to you.”
I heard his zipper open, and I held mybreath. Would he fill me up, finally? Pound into me so hard thebench moved across the floor?
Instead, he stood in front of me, cock inone hand, the other extending a shining fingertip. “Clean itoff.”
I opened my mouth, and he put his fingerinside, tracing a line down the center of my tongue so I couldtaste myself on him.
“You’re dripping,” he said. “Your pussy isdripping onto the floor.”
My vivid imagination flooded my mind withthe picture.
“Apologize for making such a mess,” heordered, and gripped a handful of my hair.
Propped up on my elbows, my mouth wasaligned with his cock at the perfect height. He took care of theangle by roughly jerking my head back. My jaw dropped in surprise,and that was the moment he thrust forward, all the way to the backof my throat.
I gagged and coughed, drool filling mymouth. I tried to suck on him, swirl my tongue around his rock-hardcock, but he pumped steadily. He wasn’t looking for a blowjob. Hewas fucking my face.
I humped my hips in the short movements thestraps allowed, matching his rhythm and imagining him plowing deepinto my cunt. As I coughed and choked and drooled from the cornersof my mouth, he whispered things like, “That’s right. Take it,princess,” and, “You’re doing such a good job.”
Fuck, if that didn’t almost feel better thanthe physical aspect of the sex.