I felt his chest rise and fall beneath my head as I stretched my naked body against his and smiled.
His voice moved the hair around my ear as he whispered.
“Were you able to get any sleep?”
My body shuddered and I nodded and rubbed his abdomen while he continued to cradle me against him.
“Mmm hmm.”
“Do you want to continue being my sweet little slut today?”
My nipples tingled as the two hardening nubs rubbed against his side. My breathing quickened at the mention of being his slut. My lips parted as I let out a breathy, “Yes, Sir.”
A slow smile spread on his lips, and I could feel his cock growing firm beneath my thigh draped across him.
“Would you like to edge more before I allow you to cum?”
The moan in the back of my throat poured out of my mouth before I could answer. The previous day, Sir had me edge several times throughout the day; before breakfast, before and after lunch, sometime a little after that, again and again. I was not permitted to orgasm. Not yet. Every movement, every breath and syllable of his voice had me trembling. I could feel the wetness collecting between my legs, trickling from my quivering pussy. My voice broke softly.
“If that would please you, Sir.”
“You already please me, my sweet little slut. Let’s have a taste. Get up, on your knees.”
He shifted so I could comply, and I rose up on my knees while he watched, leaning back on his elbows. I slid my fingers down between my legs, inside my wet folds with another soft moan. My eyes lingered on his before falling to his hard member. Imagining how he felt inside of me caused me to make another noise as I drew my hand back up to my lips. My eyes locked with his as I sucked my juices from my fingers.
He got up and grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of my head and kissed me hungrily. Whispering his words against my lips he said, “I want you to edge while edging me in your sweet mouth. Don’t you dare make me cum, slut. Do you understand?”
I gasped and nodded, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He released my hair and leaned back on his elbows, “Tease me a bit, first, slut.”
I positioned myself between his legs, kneeling in front of his erect cock. I brought one hand up to hold the base firm. Lowering my face to the crown, my tongue pressed across the head slowly leaving a damp trail, followed by my hot breath.
I met his gaze and heard him groan in pleasure. I slid my free hand between my legs and found my clit. Stroking it gently in small circles as I proceeded to run my tongue under the edges of the crown of his cock. My lips locked around the tip of him, and I sucked hard with my tongue pressing along the ridge of his shaft. My clit enjoyed the same firm treatment and I moaned around him. Lips gliding across his velvety skin as my head bobbed slowly, swallowing him in the back of my throat as my lips met my hand around the base.
My desire escalated as I felt his hips lift and he murmured, “Yes, That’s a good slut.”
I gasped and choked as I began to pick up the pace, peeking up at him. The look on his face made my whole body shudder. I was close. I could feel my clit quivering. Just a few more strokes as I sucked on his cock; swiftly now… his hips meeting my face. I stopped rubbing. My clit throbbed and I nearly cried out.
Suddenly he held my face. “I said don’t make me cum, slut.”
I stopped and released his cock, panting “No, Sir.”
“Good, girl.”
Tbc
