Page 87 of Give Me a Chance
Her left hand grabs my cock, and she takes me to the back of her throat.
“Fuck, yes!” My hips lift again before a drop of wax lands way too close to my cock. “Aaah,” I gasp, and she smirks around my cock.
She starts sucking me, but each time I can’t keep calm, she burns me with the wax. Finally, she leaves the candle on the bedside table before sucking me so deep she gags. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I’m a second away from coming.
I guess she senses it too, because she grabs my balls harshly, cutting off my orgasm.
“Shit.” I hiss.
“You don’t get to come, until I tell you to,” she says, her lips still connected to my cock. “Clear?”
I nod, my chest now slick with sweat.
“You haven’t earned your orgasm yet, but I think I’ve earned another one.”
She stalks me like a wildcat, climbing on top of me.
“This cock is so fucking addictive; I need it inside of me right now.” She angles herself on top of me, before sliding down, taking my whole length inside of her.
“Natalie, fuck.” Breath escapes me as she rides me with fervor. Her soaked cunt grips my cock, and I do my best to hold off.
“Fuck, you’re so big, so hard.” She moans, riding me, her nails digging into my chest. Her words don’t help one bit, pushing me too close to the edge.
“I can’t, I’m going to come,” I groan, and she lifts up.
“Not yet.” She smirks.
“Fuck, you’re going to pay for this.” I chuckle, trying to catch my breath.
“Oh, yeah? You’re going to punish me?”
“So bad, baby. So bad.”
“Too bad you can’t do nothing now.” She shrugs, a playful smirk on her lips.
Getting up, she goes back to searching the room. A dresser sits beside the bed, and she opens the first drawer, checking its contents.
“Hmm,” she says, lifting a leather paddle before looking at me.
“Whatever you want,” I repeat.
In the second drawer, she finds something making her eyes light up. Lifting it up, she shows me a vibrator looking thing, still in its package and a small bottle of lube.
“Safe word?” she asks as she gets back on the bed and unties my legs.
My stomach lifts to my throat, but I swallow it down.
“Whatever, baby. I meant what I said. I’m yours.”
Her eyes connect to mine, surprise evident in them as she sucks in a breath.
“I trust you, Natalie. With my whole body.” Her eyes grow glassy.
“Come on, baby. I can’t wait to punish you for teasing me like this,” I continue.
“You’d really do that, wouldn’t you?” she asks, her expression puzzled.
“I told you. I’m yours.”
