Page 7 of The Man of the House

I brace my hands on either side of me, watching in admiration as she stands before me with nothing—absolutely nothing—except for the glistening juice sliding down her thighs.

“You like what you see, Evan?” She has the most beautiful fuck-me eyes I’ve ever seen, and those blue orbs run down my body and settles on my hard cock, now jutting in front of my stomach.

“I’d like it better if I’m buried inside that pussy, Elena. Now ride me. Ride me like the good girl you are.”

“Oh, demanding. Not sure I like that.”

“Fucking ride my cock, Elena.”

“Say please.”

“Fuck. Please, baby. You’re killing me standing like that in front of my cock and not doing anything. Please.”

“Because you asked so nicely, I’ll oblige.”

With a lopsided grin, she loops her arms around my neck and straddles my lap, her pussy teasing my shaft. “Elena, I’m going crazy. Please.”

Instead of sitting on my cock, she swipes her wet pussy along my length. My head explodes with desire, and the desperation to feel her wraps around me. My cock aches.

My hands go to her thighs, but she swats them away. “Don’t touch me, Evan. If you do, I’ll leave you here with your beautifully hard cock.”

“Ah, fuck. Elena…”

She nips my earlobe and licks the outer shell of my ear, chuckling darkly. “Tell me you want this so badly.”

“I want this so badly. I want you so badly.”

“Well, then…”

Elena lifts her hips and lowers herself on my cock. I’m about to combust because of how tight and wet she feels. “Elena… God…”

“I learned something online.”

I don’t even know what she’s saying anymore. I’m afraid if I move even an inch, I’ll come. “Uh-huh.”

“I’ll spell coconut with my hips. Let me know if you like it.”

“O-okay.”

If she asked me to bang my head against the headboard, I’d do it. I’d do anything she wanted. I am completely at her mercy.

“C,” she says and circles her hips.

“Oh God, baby. Ride this cock. It’s yours. It’s all yours.”

“O. C. O.”

It’s then that I realize she’s trying to spell the word with her hips. In between the letters, she slides up and down my rigid manhood.

“N. U. T.”

“Goddammit. Yes, baby. Yeah, I’m yours. This is yours. All of me.”

Without thinking, I shove two fingers into her mouth. Her eyes widen with surprise at first before she begins sucking.

“Shit, Elena.”

She does all the work—bouncing on my lap and sucking my fingers, her saliva dripping down the sides of her mouth. I buck my hips as much as I can, meeting her downward moves. “You like that, baby? You like me pounding you?”

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