"Please?" I raise a brow.
"Please." Her eyes meet mine. "Sir." She says it like it's a dare.I'm not going to beg that way. Resist me if you can.
I bring her hand to my cock.
She sighs as she cups me over my slacks. She runs her thumb over my length, pressing the fabric into my skin.
Fuck, that already feels too good.
She sits up straight. Raises her chest, pointing it toward me in a gesture that's half pride, halflook at my perfect tits.
I want to touch them, taste them, feel them around my cock, paint them with my cum.
I want everything with her.
After she obeys.
It's what she wants too. She wants to earn it.
I offer her my hand again. When she places her fingers in my palm, I repeat my request. "Say it, princess. Say, please fuck my mouth, sir."
She looks up at me. "May I please touch you, sir?"
A compromise. Maybe I should say yes. But I can't. I need her obedience tonight. "Say it."
Her eyes get brighter, more full of fire. She takes a deep breath. Exhales slowly. "Please fuck my mouth. Sir."
Fuck. I'm already too far gone. I'm not going to last long. But that's for the best. I don't want to push her too hard. Not the first time. "Open your mouth, princess."
She hesitates. "What if it's too much? Too hard?"
It's a good point. She won't exactly be able to use the safe word. "My watch."
Her eyes flit to the device.
"Tug on it."
She nods with understanding.
I shift back into the scene. Stiffer posture, lower voice, eyes fixed on her. "Open your mouth, princess."
She does.
"Wider."
She opens wider.
"Lips around your teeth. Keep your tongue on the bottom of your mouth. Keep it pressed against me. So I can fuck the back of your throat."
"Fuck," she breathes.
I bring one hand to the back of her head. I'm going to mess up her fancy hairdo. I'm going to make it clear she's been fucked properly. "Hands behind your back. Or on my hips."
I don't give her time to respond. I unzip my slacks. Push my boxers aside.
Pull her head to my cock.
Fuck. Her lips brush my tip. Then it's her soft, warm mouth.