She worked her way up and down my length with a constant rhythm, her thumb applying just enough pressure to create friction along my sensitive head while her other fingers massage my balls. She kept her pace steady, maintaining a delicious tension that made my head fall back.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my thighs as Red’s hand continued to pump my cock faster, her thumb flicking over the tip, making my precum drip down her fingers. Every inch of me was tight, coiled up with need. The look in her eyes said it all—she fucking loved having me like this, hanging by a thread, desperate and out of control.
And I enjoyed every bit of it.
My hips jerked, completely involuntary, the pleasure surging through me. I was right there, teetering on the edge, and she fucking knew it. It was torture. Delicious, agonizing torture.
I forced myself to pull away from her hand, leaving a trail of precum on her palm.
“Do not test me, little one,” I whispered as I was about to explode into her hand. “You’re going to make me cum.”
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back hard, forcing her to look up at me with wide, startled eyes.
My lips captured hers, taking control of the kiss as my tongue forced its way into her mouth like I owned it. My cock pulsed against her thigh as I pressed it against her leg, leaving a wet spot where it rested against her skin.
I drew back slightly to look into her beautiful eyes before slamming my lips back onto hers once more. My tongue pushed past her lips and invaded her mouth, seeking out every taste and texture as I explored every part of her tongue and teeth with a wild abandonment.
“Just the thought of having my dick buried inside you makes me want to come right now,” I whispered into her mouth.
Her hands ran down my back and over my abs, her fingers digging into my skin. “Then what are you waiting for, Lieutenant?”
Yes, Ma’am.
My hand reached out and grabbed hold of her chin firmly, forcing her head to stay in place while I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance, teasing the tip right against her soaked folds. I was ready to plunge in, but something stopped me.
As much as I wanted to be inside her without a barrier separating us, I couldn’t fucking risk it.
“Shit, I don’t have any condoms,” I said in a husky whisper.
Red leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered, “I’m on birth control.”
I felt like a complete jerk, knowing that if I didn’t tell her, she might think I was being careless or just plain irresponsible.
“I’ve always used condoms with other women,” I assured her, craving her fucking touch.
Her hands found their way to my face, fingers digging into my scruff as she stole away my breath with her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around my lower lip and sucked gently, taking away my ability to form words.
“Doctors are tested regularly in the camp,” she purred, continuing to press her soft, wet mouth against mine. “I am clean.”
That was all I needed to hear.
I gripped her hips tightly as I began to push forward, my fingers digging into her ass as I thrusted slowly inside her wet channel.
Even though I was desperate to pound her like a fucking animal, I forced myself to slow down, taking my time to savour each delicious moment as I slid my veiny member inside her cunt.
I felt the heat envelop me as her inner walls clenched around my cock, almost squeezing me painfully. Her juices flowed over my length, making me even more eager to fill her up completely, while her muscles clamped down on me, refusing to let go. With each stroke, I could feel her inner muscles constrict around me, milking my shaft relentlessly.
“Fuck,” I moaned, “you’re so tight.”
And she felt fucking amazing.
She began to move more slowly, using her hips to grind against my pelvis as she controlled the pace of our movements, causing me to moan loudly as I tried to resist the urge to grab her hips and fuck her senseless.
She teased me with her tight, velvety walls, making me wait for what felt like eternity before allowing me to sink deeper into her warmth. With each inch that separated us, my control was slipping away, replaced by an overwhelming desire to claim her as my own and take her with a brutal force that would leave no doubt as to who owned her body.
But fuck, she controlled the pace, riding me slow, making me beg without a single word.
“Fuck, Rogue, this feels so good,” she cried out, wrapping her arms around my neck.