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“Please, let me suck your cock,” she pleads with me, as if she ever needs permission for that. “Use my mouth like your own little fuck toy and let me choke on it.”

She has no right sounding like a dirty little slut, especially not when it makes me nearly explode without even a touch. But, fuck me, she’s my dirty little slut. And if those words are going to spill out of her mouth, they better be directed at me. If she ever talks like that in front of anyone else, I’ll have to murder them.

“Jesus, Ainsley,” I groan. She’s pumping my length with her hand, waiting for permission to pleasure me with her mouth. “Suck my cock and show me how sorry you are.”

That’s all the encouragement she needs. As soon as the words are out of my mouth, my cock is being sucked into her. She focuses on the head first, slurping and sucking until I’m going insane. Then, she does exactly what she said she would. She takes me to the back of her throat, as far as she can before the sound of her gagging overpowers the moans coming from me.

Instead of giving up, she grabs my hand and guides it to the back of her head, telling me without words to use her however I want. My fingers wrap into her hair as I slowly start to move her, pulling her almost completely off my cock before slamming myself back in and making her choke on it.

The image of tears running down her cheeks and drool leaking from her mouth as she gags around me fills my head, just like the day I chased her through my house and she gave into me. It feels like an eternity has passed since then, but clearly, a lot is still the same.

“Fuck, baby, I’m about to -”

Before I can finish the sentence, she pulls my hand out of her hair and pops her mouth off my cock.

A menacing growl escapes my throat as I try to reach for her and try to bring her back to me, but she was smart enough to put some distance between us.

“Frustrating, isn’t it?” she asks, sounding far too innocent after what she just did. My own words echo back at me, and I have to remind myself that this is all part of the plan. She’s following along with what I want beautifully, even though she doesn’t realize it.

That doesn’t make this any less frustrating.

“Are you punishing me, little one?” I ask her. My cock is lying wet and heavy against my stomach, begging me to do what I came here for.

“I’d much rather be riding you until we both feel much better, but I can’t do that if you’re going to continue denying me,” she answers.

That’s right, baby. Tell me what you want and then take it. Show me how much you need me.

I don’t answer her, and she takes my silence as her cue to climb on top of me. The warmth of her pussy is resting against my aching cock, and I swear I can feel the excitement in her body as she gets that much closer to her orgasm.

“Use your words, Ainsley. What do you want?”

“I want to come on your cock,” she answers without hesitation.

She grabs my cock and stands it upright before she seats herself on it and slides all the way down until I’m as deep inside of her as I can get.

“Fuuuuck,” I groan at the sensation. A moan leaves her lips at the same time as we both sit there, enjoying the pleasure filling our bodies. She lets herself enjoy it for a moment before she starts moving, sliding herself up and down on my cock as she focuses on finding her pleasure.

My hands find her hips and help guide her as I desperately hold on, trying not to finish before she does. Not when we’re putting on a show.

“Who are you fucking, baby?”

“A monster,” she answers.

“Whose monster?”

She leans down so our chests press together. With her mouth close to my ear, she whispers, “My monster.”

Once the words are out of her mouth, she takes my earlobe in her mouth and sucks on it before nibbling on it like she’s trying to mark me.

It used to bother me that she called me a monster, but now, I think of it as a term of endearment. She’s my little one, and I’m her big, bad monster.

“That’s right, baby, I’m your monster. Now come on my cock and show me that I’m only here to serve you,” I instruct her.

Still laying on my chest, she grinds her hips to get the friction on her clit she’s craving. My hands grip her ass, squeezing hard enough for it to be painful, but she doesn’t complain. I hold on tight as she rides me in search of her orgasm.

Suddenly, she sits up and bounces on my cock as her fingers find her clit and strum away. The shadow of her head falls back in pleasure as little whimpers leave her. She’s driving herself crazy, but she won’t be able to hold on for much longer. Her walls are squeezing against me, pulling me further into her body as her orgasm sits right there, ready to consume her.

Her body stops moving as she tenses up, and then she explodes. Her walls clench around me as she practically screams from her release. I can only imagine how intense her orgasm is after how long I denied her, but this is exactly why I did it.

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