I stood directly in front of her, cock hard and upright, swaying in front of her face. I moved closer, so it was centimeters from her mouth. “I know you better than that,” I said, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “You love the taste of my cock, don’t you?”
She shook her head, closed her eyes. “No.”
“You love it best when it’s been inside you, first. You love tasting yourself on my cock, you dirty girl.” I backed away, cupped the back of her head with one hand, pulling her closer. I gripped my cock in the other hand and traced her lips with the tip. “You smell your juice on me? I was close, you know. Probably a little pre-come on there.”
Layla’s nostrils flared. Her lips parted. “You asshole.”
“I know you, baby. I know what you like. I know what you love. You want it, right now, don’t you?”
“No…” she said, but her mouth opened. Her tongue flicked out. Touched the groove. She whimpered. “Fuck you. God, fuck you for being right,” she whimpered.
She slid her lips around the head of my cock, tongue swirling, bobbing down, backing away. She licked up the side and went to pull me back into her mouth again, but I had other plans.
“Ah ah ah. Not so fast,” I scolded, backing away.
I grabbed her ankle and tipped her and the chair backward, so far back she was off-balance. Helpless, tied to the chair, whimpering and moaning. I gripped my cock again and plunged into her. Hard, fast. One thrust. Two. Three. A fourth. No mercy, no gentility. Just hard, rough fucking, the way she loved it best. I kept going until she was into it, moving with me as best she could while bound to the chair.
And then I stopped. Pulled out. Ignored her curses, ignored the names she called me—bastard, cocksucker, dickhead, motherfucking asshole.Worked the head of my dick against her clit again, slow and soft, smearing her juices around her.
“You’re fucking soaked, Layla,” I said. I slid two fingers into her slit, scooped her essence out and touched it to her lips. “Taste that? That’s all you, baby. That beautiful smell is all you.”
I let her fall forward again and then I moved in so I was straddling her knees, cock close to her face. She was frantic now, eyes wide and wild, breathing hard, tits rising and falling. I cupped the back of her head and put the crown of my cock to her lips.
“Taste it, baby.”
She tasted it. Fuck, did she taste it. Moaned as she sank her mouth on me greedily. Turned her head sideways and mouthed the girth of my shaft, one side and then the other, licked it like an ice cream cone, and then sank her mouth on me, worked me, bobbing slowly, tongue moving, swirling, tickling.
I let this go on until I was riding the edge, and then pulled away.
“Fucking hell, Nick. What game are you playing?” she tossed her head to get the hair out of her face, spat strands out of her mouth.
I knelt between her thighs, brushed the hair away. “I’ve got you tied up, babe. I’m getting all the mileage out of this I can. You’re helpless, and Michelle won’t be back for an hour. I might just tease you and I both for the whole time. Make us both a little crazy.”
I dove in, then, not bothering to listen to herresponse as I sucked her clit between my teeth. Teased her with my tongue, plied her clit with kisses, stroked the seam with licks, worked her into a frenzy, got her right at the edge, and then…
Stood up.
Thrust my cock into her mouth, once. Let her taste us on her tongue, and then pulled free.
I notched myself against her entrance, tilted her and the chair back, and slid in. Slowly, this time.
Taking my time. Pushed in deep, pulled out gradually. Feathered a slow, stuttering thrust back in.
No rhythm. No pattern.
Slow.
Slow.
And then once, hard; Layla shrieked at that one.
“What do you want, Nick?” She was close to sobbing, so close to coming she would have agreed to anything if I would just let her come. “Tell me what you want!”
I leaned in and slashed my mouth across hers, kissed her hard, kissed her breathless. “Are you getting desperate, Layla?”
“Fuck yes, I’m desperate. Quit teasing me, and let me come. Or let me make you come. Something, anything! Please!”
I pulled out, let her fall forward, brushed her lips with the tip of my cock. Teased her with it until her mouth was open and hunting for it, seeking it. I played keep away, never letting her get her mouth on me. It was almost funny, actually. Would have been, if I weren’t going a little crazy from my own game. Teasing her was teasing myself.
