All Scott’s deep thoughts are suddenly forgotten the moment Taylor wraps her lips around his cock.
“Holy shit,” he says, his eyes fluttering and his breath catching in his chest.
“You like that, do you?” Taylor says, smiling up at him.
He nods.
She takes him in her mouth again, gives him a couple of quick sucks, then slides his cock back out of her mouth. She scoots back on the couch a bit and runs her tongue up and down his shaft a couple of times before taking his balls in her mouth.
Scott makes a low groaning sound as she suckles on his balls while her hand slowly jerks him off.
Taylor maintains eye contact the entire time, looking up at him from behind his balls, her gaze intense and playful at the same time.
Scott isn’t sure how much more he can take and he wants to make sure he at least gets his dick inside her before he cums, so he reaches down and grabs her shoulders and tries to pull her up to him.
Taylor slaps his hands away. “What do you think you’re doing?” she says.
“I need to stick my dick inside you.”
“Oh, you need to, do you?” she asks, her tone serious but her eyes telling a different story.
Scott nods.
“How do you ask?” Taylor says.
“Please,” Scott says.
“Please what?”
“Please ride my cock,” he says.
She tilts her head sideways, waiting for more.
“Mistress,” he adds.
“Say the whole thing.”
Biting down on his frustration, Scott says, “Please ride my cock, mistress. I can’t take it anymore. I need my cock inside of you. Please.”
“Fine,” she says in mock disdain. “But only because you asked nicely.”
And with that, she lifts herself onto her knees and climbs atop him.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asks. “Because there are still a whole hell of lot more things I can do to you.”
“This is what I want,” Scott replies. “You can do more things to me some other night. Whatever you want. But right now I need to fuck you.”
“If you insist,” Taylor says. She grabs ahold of his cock, lifts herself up a bit, shifts her position so she’s squatting over him with her feet on the couch, then slides his cock into her pussy.
Her pussy is so slippery, so soft, so inviting, so luscious; it’s like sliding into a vat of exotic oil.
The first few seconds after entering her are always the toughest, and tonight even more so because of the torture that she put his cock through up until this point. It’s all Scott can do to not cum right then and there.
But after Scott weathers the first few seconds of the storm it gets easier. Taylor works him like the expert she is, her hands on his chest, moving her body up and down in a deliberate rhythm, taking the entire length of his cock inside her with every thrust.
“You like it when I bounce on your cock?” she says, staring right at him.
Scott nods.
“Tell me how much you like it,” Taylor says, carefully controlling her voice so she seems like she’s in total control of herself, unaffected by the situation. Whether she is or not Scott doesn’t know but she’s certainly doing a good job of making it look like she is. For some curios reason her apparent disinterest turns him on even more.
“I fucking love it,” he says, his voice coming out louder than he’s expecting.
“Do you want me to ride you even harder?”
“Yes please, mistress,” Scott says.
“Beg for it,” Taylor says. “Beg for me to ride your cock until you explode inside of me.”
“Please, mistress,” he says. “Please ride me until I cum. I need it. Make me cum, mistress.”
She shifts so her legs are lying flat on the couch and starts riding his cock faster and faster, her body slamming down onto him, smashing his balls at the bottom of every thrust, causing just the right amount of pain to keep him on edge of orgasm without any danger of going over.
Scott tries to take a deep breath but his body is just too wound up. Something about her having control, riding him like he’s a worthless piece of meat turns him on more than he’d ever thought possible. He longs for more abuse at her hands but knows that his time tonight is almost at an end. He’s simply enjoying this too much to go on much longer.
He reaches up with his hands to try and prolong how long he can hold out by taking some semblance of control over the situation but she’s having none of it.
“Don’t even think about it,” Taylor says as she grabs ahold of his wrists before he touches her flesh. “This is my rodeo, mister. I call the shots here. You don’t get to do shit unless I say so.”
She pushes his arms back near his head, holding them down on the couch, one on either side of his head, while she continues to ride him like an insane cowgirl.
Because she’s holding his wrists up near his head, Taylor is now leaning over Scott, giving her even more leverage to hammer away on his cock. She’s holding nothing back now, lifting her entire body up and then dropping it down onto him, giving him her full weight with every thrust, impaling herself on his stiff cock.
Her hair is flying everywhere, covering her face so he can barely see her eyes bearing down on him. She’s scowling, no doubt exorcising some demons as she pleasures herself. Although this frightens Scott
