You’re already begging before we even reach the car, darling. Soft little whimpers as you climb into my lap the moment the door closes. I let you sink down onto me slowly feeling every inch until Im pressed all the way against your cervix buried so deep you forget how to breathe.
You will not cum tonight. I may use you. I may fuck you. I may fill you. But I will not make you cum. I want you soft and desperate by morning. I want you to remember exactly who decides when your body is allowed relief.
I love when you try to stay quiet. That silly game where you bite your lip and bury your face in the pillow while I’m three fingers deep, pumping until your thighs start shaking uncontrollably. The moment you finally crack and moan my name is when I know I own you completely.
Mm, no. You finish when I say so. Whine all you want, every second you’re close, the second you feel me hitting your cervix harder… faster. I’ll pull my fingers out, laugh at your sweaty, drooling face. You just won’t get the pleasure of finishing, hon.