57.
His eyes never leave my body.
When I've just unclasped my bra, standing only in my stockings, he fists his cock, stroking roughly.
"Fuck." He groans. "Want you so bad."
"Thought you wanted me to do the stroking for you," I tease, moving closer.
"I do. C'mere."
With him sitting on the edge of the bed, I straddle him, my knees digging into the firm mattress.
He holds me tightly, burying his face in my neck as I grind on him, the tip of his dick dangerously close to entering me.
"Wanna be inside of you," he confesses, nearly begging.
58.
"How badly?"
His fingers dig roughly into the soft flesh of my ass. I hope I can see his handprints tomorrow.
"How badly?" I ask again, desperate for his answer.
"Can't think of anything else." He sounds strangled. A man possessed.
I smile. "Beg."
He laughs darkly. "No."
Maybe I'm evil, this teasing.
"Ask me nicely to sit on your cock." I keep rubbing myself on him. I already feel close to coming again, everything slick between us.
He groans. Growls. Surrenders. "Sit on my cock with that pretty pussy, Bella. Please."
His filthy words spur me on.
"Good boy."