Control
Shane
Her lips part and I see the fire flash in her eyes as she contemplates fighting me on it. To my pleasant surprise, she holds eye contact as she lowers herself to her knees. I groan internally as I watch her listen. As I look down at her I take in the dip of her chest as she exhales, the mouth watering curve of her plump breasts, and her sweet thighs. Her knees pale against the cold hard floor. Satisfaction washes over me knowing that she’s taking that little bit of pain for me. I want to tell her how well she’s doing but I can’t, not yet.
I want to tell her to pull my pants down and watch her jump at the command. The thought of watching her excited fingers as they pull and tug as she gets my cock out has me wanting to pull her to her feet and bending her over the seat. There’s a hunger in her eyes that matches mine. I can tell from the way her throat bobs as she swallows that she’s thinking the same thing.
Instead of giving the two of us what we want I lower my hands until they’re at the front of my pants. She followed my movements like a predator stalking its prey. I unbuttoned one button and her tongue came out and swiped over he bottom lip. She’d be the death of me and she hadn’t touched me yet. I flexed my thighs and my dick jumped. My tip was was as I unbuttoned the second button. Adea moved forward and I stopped my movements, my fingers pausing over the third gold button. A deprived whine came from my good little girl and I struggled to stop myself from smiling down at her.
“Be good for me,” I murmured. She stared longingly at the last button. I waited for her to look up at me. When I didn’t continue, her eyes lifted to mine, they were wide with want. “I need you to be patient for me, can you do that?” I asked. She nodded. “Good. Because the moment you aren’t is the moment this all stops.” She nodded again.
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When I was done counting I continued where I left off. My fingers brushed against the cool hard button. I loved it when she watched me. I loved watching her watch me. She was fucking perfect. I don’t think she knows how much I appreciate her for doing this with me. Having complete control is something I need. I’ve never questioned it but I always knew it was because of what I went through as a child. My cries were ignored, my pleas fell on deaf ears, I never had any control. This. As she waits for my direction on her knees in front of me, she’s giving me something I never had. My chest bursts with love for this beautiful woman.
Unbuttoning the last button, I push my pants down below my backside, I let my cock spring free. Her mouth waters to the point that her lips glisten from her saliva. I watch as she swallows and clenches her thighs together. My cock is hard, the veins running up the side of my member, and the tip shines with my precum. We both watch as it drips down my shaft. Her eyes flutter as I slide a finger through the liquid and smear it around.
“Shane,” Adea whispers. It’s a plea and I hold myself from shoving my cock down her throat. Instead, I take a small step toward her, but she doesn’t take her eyes off of my cock. I lean down and wait for her to look up at me. When she does, I lower my finger in front of her mouth. “Suck it.”
She doesn’t hesitate. Her lips part, her mouth falls open, and her tongue darts out. Being the good little slut that she is she lathers my finger. It’s warm and wet and my cock twitches with the thought of her tongue running up and down my length. Maximus hums and I can feel how pleased he is with her. It matches my own. She wraps her pink lips around my fingertip and sucks. My balls draw up tight and I growl as she stares up at me innocently.
Adea lowers her head and her brown eyes sparkle with satisfaction as her lips slide down my finger. When she reaches my knuckle, I pull my finger out of her mouth and straighten my back. She stares up at me expectantly. I know what she’s waiting for. She wants me to praise her but I’m not going to. She hasn’t done anything yet. I wrap my hand around my cock and slowly side it down and stop halfway down my shaft.
“Open,” I demand.
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