Page 40 of Pucking Amazing

“Let me come, please,” I order.

My cock gets even harder than I thought was possible when she obeys, moaning, “Please, let me come DJ, please!”

“Good girl. But it’s not time yet.”

Standing, I wrap my hands around her hips as she lets out a breathy moan of frustration, and flip her over roughly. “Get on your hands and knees.”

Sydney does as I say, her body shaking with anticipation and need. Positioning herself on the bed, she raises her ass invitingly, a perfect, irresistible sight.

I get on the bed behind her, running my hands over the curves of her hips, her ass. Then finally feel her wet warmth, teasing her clit gently for just a second, and thrust two fingers inside her.

Her moan is nearly a scream as she pushes back against my hand, wiggling her perfect ass to drive my fingers farther inside of her.

I lean down to whisper against her ear, my voice dark with lust. “I want you to feel every second of this. I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll forget your own name.”

Without another word, I roll on a condom then align myself at her entrance, teasing her with just the tip, enjoying the way she tries to push back against me.

“Easy,” I chide her. “I’m giving the instructions here, remember? Stay still, that’s a good girl.”

I push in slowly, groaning at her heat around me. She’s so tight, so perfect around my cock.

Sydney moans loudly, the sound echoing off the walls of the room. Her fingers clutch at the sheets as she adjusts to my size, and I stay deep in her as I reach my hand around to rub her clit again.

I start an even, agonizing pace as I continue to stroke her, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in deep. Every thrust is measured, deliberate, meant to build us both up to the brink and then pull back just enough to keep us hanging there. My fingers slow on her clit, then speed up, never letting her reach her climax.

Sydney’s moans fill the room, each one a mix of frustration and ecstasy.

“Faster, DJ, more,” she pleads, her voice breaking with need.

“Not yet,” I tell her, my voice strained as I fight against the urge to let go. “You’re gonna wait for me, baby.”

Underneath me, Sydney moves with a desperate energy, trying to speed up the pace, but I grip her hips tighter, controlling the rhythm as I pound into her. My other hand continues its relentless massage of her clit, pushing her closer to the edge with every touch.

“DJ... please...please!” she gasps, her body shaking under mine.

“Just a little longer,” I whisper into her ear, then lean over her back and gently sink my teeth into her soft shoulder.

The mix of pain and pleasure seems to send a shockwave through her and Sydney cries out, a raw, primal sound that nearly undoes me.

“Yes, right there!”

I grit my teeth, determined to hold off just a bit longer, to draw this out into the perfect crescendo for both of us. My strokes become even more deliberate.

“You’re doing so well,” I praise her, my voice hoarse with effort. “Hold on for me, Sydney.”

Her response is a nod and another moan as she buries her face into the pillow. Her body begins to tremble under the strain of prolonged arousal, her movements growing more frantic. She clenches around my cock, right on the verge, again and again.

“DJ... I can’t...” she whimpers, her voice muffled by the pillow.

I lower my voice, a soft command laced with promise. “You can, Sydney. We’re not done.”

With a deep, controlling breath, I adjust my angle slightly, hitting that sweet spot inside her that makes her jerk beneath me. Her back arches off the bed, her moan turning into a shriek of pleasure. My fingers move faster now on her clit, a relentless rhythm that matches the steady thrusting of my hips.

“Are you ready?” I ask, my voice rough with my own desire.

“Yes!” She barely manages to get the word out between moans.

Her breathy voice undoes me. I grab her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye over her shoulder. “Then come for me, Sydney.”

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