Chapter 275

**Sara**

My arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer as our tongues danced and teased. His hands roamed over my body, tracing the curves of my dress, and I could feel the heat of his touch through the fabric.
"Fuck, Sara," he growled against my lips. "This dress... you've been teasing me all night."
I smiled, biting his lower lip gently. "Me? Tease? I have no idea what you're talking about."
His hands slid down to cup my ass, squeezing hard. "The hell you don't. You've been driving me crazy with this fucking dress, showing just enough to make me hard as a rock."
I laughed. "Well, maybe you deserve it. Maybe you need a little punishment."
"You're the one who's going to be punished for all that teasing."
I raised an eyebrow, smirking. "What exactly does that entail?"
Tom's eyes gleamed with a wicked promise. "You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"
"Waiting isn't really my strong suit," I shot back, my hand sliding down his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. "Maybe you should give me a little preview."
"Patience, Sara. Good things come to those who wait."
"But what if I don't want to wait?" I pouted, guiding his hand to the slit of my dress. I pressed his fingers against the thin fabric, letting him feel the heat and wetness beneath. "What if I want to know right now?"
His breath hitched as I moved his hand, rubbing it against my pussy. The lack of barrier between his fingers and my skin was evident, and his eyes darkened with realization. "Fuck, Sara," he groaned, his fingers flexing against me.
"That's the idea," I whispered, my voice laced with desire. "Now, about that punishment..."
His finger pushed into me, and I gasped at the sudden invasion. "This what you want?" he murmured, his lips finding mine again.
I moaned into the kiss, my hips grinding against his hand. His finger slid in and out, teasing me, driving me crazy. "More," I demanded, my voice breathy.
"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" His thumb found my clit, circling it lightly, making me shiver with pleasure.
"Only for you," I replied, my hands fisting in his hair as our kiss deepened. His tongue explored my mouth, claiming every inch of it. His other hand found my breast, squeezing it through the dress, his thumb brushing over my nipple, making it harden beneath the fabric.
I arched into his touch, wanting more, needing more. His finger slid deeper into me, his thumb continuing its torturous circles on my clit. I could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in my belly.
"You're so fucking wet," he murmured against my lips. "So fucking ready for me."
"Always ready for you," I gasped, my hips moving in time with his hand. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I ground against it, wanting to drive him as crazy as he was driving me.
He groaned, his fingers digging into my breast as he kissed me harder. His tongue mimicked the movements of his finger, sliding in and out, driving me wild. I could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
"Fuck, Tom," I moaned, my head falling back as he trailed kisses down my neck. His teeth on my skin sent pleasure straight to my core.
"That's it," he murmured. "Let go. Let me feel you come."
His words were my undoing. The pleasure exploded, washing over me in waves. I cried out, my body convulsing around his finger, my hips grinding against his hand. He captured my mouth again, swallowing my moans as I rode out the orgasm.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, I slumped against him, my breath coming in ragged gasps. His finger slid out of me, and he brought it to his lips, sucking it clean.
"You taste fucking amazing," he growled, his eyes locked on mine.
I smirked, my hand sliding down to cup his hard cock through his pants. "Your turn. Show me what you've got."
"Oh, Sara. You have no idea what you're in for."
I raised an eyebrow, a challenge in my gaze. "Try me."
His hands slid to my ass, squeezing it hard as he pulled me against him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I ground against it, wanting to feel more.
A groan rumbled through his chest, and he spun me around, marching me towards the couch.
"Sit," he commanded, giving me a gentle push.
I plopped down, smirking up at him. "Yes, sir."
He ignored my sarcasm, his eyes locked onto my dress. He grabbed the hem and lifted it up, exposing my thighs, then my hips, until the fabric bunched around my waist. His gaze locked on my crotchless panties, his grin turning wicked.
He ran a finger along the delicate lace.
I shivered at his touch, spreading my legs wider. "You like what you see?"
"Fuck yes," he growled, dropping to his knees in front of me. His hands gripped my thighs, pushing them even further apart. He leaned in, his breath hot on my pussy. I could feel his eyes on me, examining every inch of my exposed flesh.
"Pretty little pussy," he murmured. "All ready for me."
I squirmed, trying to push myself closer to his mouth. "Less talking, more licking."
"So demanding."
His tongue darted out, licking a long, slow line from my entrance to my clit. I gasped, my hips bucking off the couch. He did it again, this time circling my clit with the tip of his tongue. My hands fisted in his hair, holding him in place as he worked his magic.
He licked and sucked, his tongue exploring every inch of me. I could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in my belly. His hands gripped my ass, lifting me closer to his mouth. I ground against his face, chasing the orgasm that was just within reach.
And then he stopped.
I cried out in frustration, my hands tightening in his hair. "What the fuck?"
He looked up at me, his chin glistening with my juices. "Patience, Sara."
"Fuck patience," I growled. "I was so close."
He smirked, his hand coming down hard on my pussy. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, followed by a sharp sting that sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I gasped, my eyes widening in surprise.
"You like that?" he asked, rubbing his hand over my pussy, soothing the sting.
I nodded, biting my lip. "Do it again."
He obliged, slapping my pussy again, then again. Each slap sent a wave of pleasure through me, pushing me closer to the edge. But just as I was about to tumble over, he stopped, his hand resting on my thigh.
"Not yet," he murmured, standing up.
I pouted, leaning back against the couch. "You're a fucking tease, you know that?"
He grinned, unzipping his pants. "Just returning the favor."
He pushed his pants down, his boxers following suit. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. I licked my lips, my eyes locked on the impressive sight.
He gripped his cock, stroking it slowly as he stepped closer to me. "You want this?" he asked huskily.
I nodded, my mouth watering at the sight. "Fuck yes."
He smirked, stepping even closer until his cock was just inches from my face. I could see every vein, every ridge, every throbbing pulse. I leaned forward, my mouth open, ready to take him in.
But he stopped me, his hand gripping my chin. "Not so fast," he murmured. "I want to hear you beg for it."
I glared up at him, my hands gripping the couch cushions. "Fuck you."
He chuckled, his thumb brushing against my lower lip. "That's the idea. But first, you beg."
I hesitated, my pride warring with my desire. But one look at his cock, so close, so fucking hard, and I caved. "Please," I whispered. "I want your cock. I want to suck it, to taste it, to feel it in my mouth."
Tom smirked, his hand stroking his length slowly, teasingly. "Well, since you asked so nicely." He guided his cock towards my lips, but I pulled back with a wicked grin.
"But first, I want to hear you say something." I looked up at him, batting my eyelashes innocently.
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What's that?"
"Say, 'Sara, your mouth is the most magnificent fuck-hole I've ever seen.'" I struggled to keep a straight face.
Tom barked out a laugh. "What the fuck? No."
I shrugged, leaning back. "Fine, then. I guess I won't be sucking your cock anytime soon."
He narrowed his eyes, his hand still lazily stroking his length. "You're serious?"
"As a heart attack," I smirked. "Come on, it's just a little sentence. What's the big deal?"
He groaned, his head falling back. "Fucking hell, Sara."
"Say it, or no blowjob." I crossed my arms, my eyes locked onto his cock, watching as a bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip.
Tom looked down at me, his expression a mix of disbelief and amusement. "Fine. Sara, your mouth is the most magnificent fuck-hole I've ever seen."
I clapped my hands, grinning. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"
"You're a fucking menace," he muttered, but his lips twitched with a smile.
I leaned in, my mouth watering at the sight of his hard cock. But then I paused, a thought occurring to me. I looked up at him, smirking. "You know what? I think I'll wait."
Tom's hand stilled, his eyes narrowing. "Wait for what?"
I shrugged, leaning back against the couch. "Until you make me come. Then I'll suck your cock."
His jaw dropped. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
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