“I do. I do like it.”

“You like talking back. You like telling me how much you want my cock. You’ve been dying for it,” he said, as his hips began rocking faster, like a jackhammer.

“I love your dick, Nate. It’s a work of art. I want to see you come on me,” she said, her body heating to supernova levels as she urged him on. He stopped talking, and let her do the work. Gripping her breasts tighter, she guided him home. “Give it to me now,” she said, like a command. “Give it to me all over my body. I want to feel you come on my tits.”

“Oh fuck, Casey,” he shouted, groaning loudly as he released himself between her breasts, the warmth spreading up to her neck. He drew a deep exhalation, his arms shaking, his whole face contorted with pleasure.

So fucking beautiful and dirty at the same time. She loved every second of watching him come.

He moved off her and walked to the bathroom to grab some tissues. When he rejoined her, he wiped the evidence of his orgasm from between her breasts. He brought the tissue to the trashcan, then returned to her once more and untied her wrists. She reached for him, eager to draw him near, wanting more from him.

“Will you please?”

He shook his head. “Show me.”

“Show you what?”

“Show me how you touch yourself. If I left right now, I know you’d masturbate. I want to watch you get yourself off.”

Pressing a hand on each knee, he gently guided her legs open for him.

“Look at you,” he said, licking his lips as he stared greedily at her center, his strong chest rising and falling. He seemed to breathe her in. “So wet. So pretty. So pink. I want to see you run your fingers through that pretty, pink pussy.”

Wetness beaded between her legs, calling out for her touch. God only knew, she’d be stroking herself something fierce tonight if he left, so she did it now. No point in waiting. Her body would launch a mutiny if she didn’t give in to its demand.

She ran her fingers across her aching clit and closed her eyes, throwing her head back, giving in to the first possibility of sweet release from this mad desire that had been escalating in her all day long.

“Open your eyes,” he told her and she did. “Look at me the whole time. Look at me. I’m the one you’re getting off to. Tell me how good it feels.”

She panted and moaned as she rubbed faster. “It feels so good, Nate.”

“What am I doing to you?”

“You’re teasing me, that’s what you’re doing,” she said, speaking the truth.

He smiled. “I know. I love it. I love teasing you. But what am I doing when I’m not teasing you?”

“I’m imagining you entering me for the first time,” she said, stroking faster. He groaned, and she saw his dick grow harder. She thrilled at his physical response to her, at the way he seemed barely able to control the lust she inspired.