Teasing and temptation would only make his eventual reward all the sweeter. Still, she tormented herself by pressing just a little bit closer to rub her nipple over his mouth.
As soon as he opened his lips, she pulled back and enjoyed his frustrated growl. “Mistress, you could drive a man crazy.”
“I know.”
He laughed softly and rubbed his wrists, his eyes still closed.
The lure to touch him was too great and even as Emma chided herself for rushing the moment, she said, “Ryan, I’m going to jerk you off now. I want to see you come, so don’t hold back. Your pleasure is my pleasure and I want to watch you climax.”
A strained noise came from deep in his chest. “Right now I’m so fucking turned on I’m afraid I’ll come before you touch me.”
“Mmmm…we’ll see. Remember, eyes closed and don’t move unless you’re adjusting yourself on the bench.”
She got comfortable on the pillows, moving them around until she was at the perfect level to touch his huge dick. A drop of pre-cum dripped from the flushed, dusky red tip of his cock, making her mouth water. Using the tips of her latex-covered fingers, she caught that drop and smeared it over the sensitive head while enjoying his gasps and groans. He was so vocal, and it turned her on something fierce.
Emma traced the thick veins along the side of his cock down to the base, gently smoothing her fingers over his shaft, then cupped his balls. Like the rest of him, they were big and heavy, just how she liked it. She realized some women didn’t like playing with a man’s balls, but she loved it. She especially loved it when she made even more pre-cum drip from Ryan’s cock. His big thighs flexed as she stroked him, learning the sensitive areas of his body and striving to get more of those sexy-as-hell noises out of him.
The wood of the bench creaked when he gripped the seat behind his back, adding a sexy as hell arch to his body. A sense of pure, decadent power warmed her from within at the sight of such a big, dominant male restrained by nothing more than her commands. She had said not to touch, to fight his primal instincts, and so he did. A sense of wonder filled her as she watched him unravel beneath her feather-light caress.
This was a good man, too good for her, but she couldn’t resist.
Sweat slicked his frame as Emma filled the palms of her gloves with lube, then grabbed his shaft with a firm touch. His shout and the automatic roll of his hips had her moaning softly in response. When she was connected with a submissive like this, it was as if they had an invisible link extending between them that allowed her to feel his pleasure, his passion. He was magnificent, and she wanted to ride him until he roared her name. The head of Ryan’s cock engorged even further, and Emma added her second hand because one just wasn’t enough to fully encircle him. Now that she knew where to touch him for the best response, she ruthlessly drove him to his orgasm. Despite her order to come as soon as possible, Ryan fought it like most men would. Sometimes the male ego was so easy to figure out. Making him climax against his will would strip away some of his control, opening his soul to her.
“That’s it, handsome. Give it to me.”
He bucked as she twisted her hands while she jerked up and down his shaft. Gripping the top of the chair, he pressed his groin as far forward as he could get it, the shaft throbbing in her grip. Her own arousal shot off the charts at his deep groan and she looked up, studying his face as it tightened in desire. His high cheekbones stood out in sharp relief, and even though his lips were pressed together, they were still full enough to make her think very naughty thoughts.
As soon as she felt Ryan’s cock spasm in response to his impending orgasm and heard his harsh shout, Emma placed her mouth over just the head of his dick and sucked his essence out of him. Each blast of the salty seed hit her taste buds with a flavor so male
As soon as he opened his lips, she pulled back and enjoyed his frustrated growl. “Mistress, you could drive a man crazy.”
“I know.”
He laughed softly and rubbed his wrists, his eyes still closed.
The lure to touch him was too great and even as Emma chided herself for rushing the moment, she said, “Ryan, I’m going to jerk you off now. I want to see you come, so don’t hold back. Your pleasure is my pleasure and I want to watch you climax.”
A strained noise came from deep in his chest. “Right now I’m so fucking turned on I’m afraid I’ll come before you touch me.”
“Mmmm…we’ll see. Remember, eyes closed and don’t move unless you’re adjusting yourself on the bench.”
She got comfortable on the pillows, moving them around until she was at the perfect level to touch his huge dick. A drop of pre-cum dripped from the flushed, dusky red tip of his cock, making her mouth water. Using the tips of her latex-covered fingers, she caught that drop and smeared it over the sensitive head while enjoying his gasps and groans. He was so vocal, and it turned her on something fierce.
Emma traced the thick veins along the side of his cock down to the base, gently smoothing her fingers over his shaft, then cupped his balls. Like the rest of him, they were big and heavy, just how she liked it. She realized some women didn’t like playing with a man’s balls, but she loved it. She especially loved it when she made even more pre-cum drip from Ryan’s cock. His big thighs flexed as she stroked him, learning the sensitive areas of his body and striving to get more of those sexy-as-hell noises out of him.
The wood of the bench creaked when he gripped the seat behind his back, adding a sexy as hell arch to his body. A sense of pure, decadent power warmed her from within at the sight of such a big, dominant male restrained by nothing more than her commands. She had said not to touch, to fight his primal instincts, and so he did. A sense of wonder filled her as she watched him unravel beneath her feather-light caress.
This was a good man, too good for her, but she couldn’t resist.
Sweat slicked his frame as Emma filled the palms of her gloves with lube, then grabbed his shaft with a firm touch. His shout and the automatic roll of his hips had her moaning softly in response. When she was connected with a submissive like this, it was as if they had an invisible link extending between them that allowed her to feel his pleasure, his passion. He was magnificent, and she wanted to ride him until he roared her name. The head of Ryan’s cock engorged even further, and Emma added her second hand because one just wasn’t enough to fully encircle him. Now that she knew where to touch him for the best response, she ruthlessly drove him to his orgasm. Despite her order to come as soon as possible, Ryan fought it like most men would. Sometimes the male ego was so easy to figure out. Making him climax against his will would strip away some of his control, opening his soul to her.
“That’s it, handsome. Give it to me.”
He bucked as she twisted her hands while she jerked up and down his shaft. Gripping the top of the chair, he pressed his groin as far forward as he could get it, the shaft throbbing in her grip. Her own arousal shot off the charts at his deep groan and she looked up, studying his face as it tightened in desire. His high cheekbones stood out in sharp relief, and even though his lips were pressed together, they were still full enough to make her think very naughty thoughts.
As soon as she felt Ryan’s cock spasm in response to his impending orgasm and heard his harsh shout, Emma placed her mouth over just the head of his dick and sucked his essence out of him. Each blast of the salty seed hit her taste buds with a flavor so male
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