Page 87 of His Haunted Desire

She moves her hand slickly up and down my shaft, spreading precome from my root to tip. At the same time, she slips her hand between her legs, rubbing her needy pussy, staring up at me with those wide tempting eyes as she rides her hand.

She knows how much I love this. Need this. Knows how obsessed it makes me.

“Suck,” I groan. “Now.”

“Nah-uh, sir. Be patient.”

She keeps stroking, hand moving faster each moment, hot tension surging through me.

“Suh-suck,” I snarl.

“How about a kiss, sir?”

With her hand never stopping, she leans up and kisses the tip of my cock.

I can’t take it anymore.

“You’re forgetting who’s in charge,” I growl, sliding my fingers through her hair and guiding my dick to her mouth.

She opens her mouth and moans as I slide my cock into her mouth, over her tongue, and to the back of her throat. She makes a gorgeous gagging noise, then I slip out, not pushing too far, just far enough to make our moans join in a unified song of pleasure.

“Don’t stop rubbing yourself.” I gasp.

“Hmm, hmm,” she whimpers, bobbing her head up and down as I rock my hips, driving my cock deep into her gorgeous mouth.

Finally, she stands breathlessly, wiping her mouth. She sinks her fingernails into my chest and stares at me.

“Say it,” I moan.

“Beg me to say it, sir.”

“Fucking say it,”I groan.

“Not until you do as you’re told.”

“Please say it,” I growl. “Please, Aurora. Fucking say it.”

“Fuck me, sir,” she moans, turning around and bending over the bed, presenting me her curvy ass again. “Please fuck me. Do it. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like I belong to you.”

I tear down her underwear, revealing her glistening core. She looks at me over her shoulder as I guide myself to her entrance and drive inside.

Her expression is the sexiest part of everything, the release that flows through her, as if she’s been waiting all day for this. I fall against her, gasping as I slip inside and bury myself up to the hilt.

She claws the sheets and pushes back against me, setting my cock ablaze.

“I love when you ride me like this.”

“I know you do, sir,” she gasps, slipping forward and then pushing back against me.

“Fuck me. Ride it.”

“Hmm,” she whimpers. “Oh, fuck.”

For a long, lust-filled minute, she bounces on my dick, our bodies making slick noises as come rushes along my shaft, threatening to erupt.

“Do it, sir,” she moans, reading my body like she always does. “Come for me, sir.”

“Fuck… no,” I growl. “You know the rule.”