She bites her lip and nods her head. I slip my fingers out and run them up to her clit. She moans my name, and my grin grows.

“Not yet,” I pull my fingers back and wrap them tight around my cock. “First, I’m going to cum on your tits,” she gasps, her eyes widening in anticipation. “Then, I’m going to watch as you lick it off your fingers while I lick your pretty pussy.”

Without hesitation, I fist my cock, jerking off faster and harder than I ever have before. Wendy’s hips rise, meeting me thrust for thrust, as if I was already deep inside her. She watches me in such a lustful haze I know, I will never forget the way she’s looking at me right now.

Laid out for me. Willing. She’s bidding me to do with her as I please, because fuck, it pleases her too. There is nothing more intoxicating in this whole world than the sight of her right now.

“Fuck, Darling, I’m close.”

I grip the hands above her head tighter as my balls draw up. My movements become jerky. Carnal. Hysteric. Her eyes lock with mine and she says my name. That’s all it takes for my hot seed to spurt out of me, spreading quickly across her porcelain skin. My head falls back, my eyes close and I crow my pleasure. She screams softly beneath me as I empty myself onto her skin, my world fading to black before I suck in a sharp breath and come back to life. Come back to Wendy.

In a haze, my eyes lift as I release her wrists. Greedily, she runs her fingers through my cum and brings it to her lips. I too run my fingers through what’s left and raise it to her mouth, watching with sick fucking delight as she wraps her lips around them and sucks them clean.

“Don’t worry, Darling,” I laugh, “there is a lot more for you to enjoy later.” She looks down at my still hard cock with wonder. The thing is, my dick is always hard for Wendy. One orgasm isn’t going to cure me. When it comes to Wendy, I could fuck her for hours. All night. And still be hard.

“But first,” I back away from her body and drop to my knees on the floor. Pulling her close to the edge of the bed, I say, “Raise your feet onto the ledge. Spread your thighs, baby. Yes... Just like that. Good girl.” She does as I say perfectly but I can’t help myself and push her thighs wider apart, her center beautifully on display in front of me. My mouth waters in anticipation just as her hips rise with need. Slipping two fingers inside her, she cries out from the intrusion, and I look up and lock eyes with her.