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My pussy is so wetI don’t know how I’m ever going to come. I’mtoowet. Apparently, a little bit of danger turns me on.
Ian positions me in front of him and then pushes me over so my hands are on the ground in front of me. Good thing I spent years dancing because I’m flexible enough to bend in half and be fucked while standing.
His cock is in me before I even realize what’s happening, and Ian is relentless, as always.
“You’re a good slut, Rose,” he tells me.
“Thank you,” I whisper. This probably shouldn’t be something I thank him for, but it’s something I like hearing. Ian isn’t afraid to be rough around the edges and dirty as fuck. Most guys are way too nice to ever call a girl in their bed aslut. Most guys think that a girl being a slut is a bad thing.
Not Ian.
He loves it.
He likes the fact that I let him do as he pleases. I think he enjoys having someone who can keep up with him sexually. I don’t just lie around like a dead fish. I’m into it. I’m into the way he treats me. In fact, it turns me on. It’s dirty as fuck and hot as hell, so when he speaks again, I know that I’m ready for whatever he’s going to say.
“You’ve been a good girl today,” he tells me.
Showing up to the wedding.
Fucking him in the limo.
Walking around the wedding reception with his cum still inside of me.
“Good girls deserve to come,” he says to me.
My heart soars just a little.
Sometimes when I’m with Ian, I have an orgasm. Sometimes I don’t. For him, it seems to depend solely on his mood as to whether or not I get to come. Right now, though, he’s in a very good mood. Maybe he’s happy that the wedding went off without a hitch. Perhaps he’s feeling good because his archnemesis and former business partner is dead.
Or maybe he just likes getting his cock sucked.
It’s anyone’s guess, really.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“You have to come before I do,” he warns me. “If you don’t, you aren’t going to be getting off for a long time.”
Ah, a threat. My body tenses as I realize what this means, and as I accept the amount of pressure he’s putting on me. He’s going toforceme to come for him, and if I don’t, I’m not going to be able to experience that kind of relief for some time.
Normally, this wouldn’t seem like a big deal. Lots of people go lots of time without an orgasm, but for Ian, I get the feeling that he’s going to spend the next few days or even weeks edging and teasing me to make me remember that I need to come when he tells me to.
So I nod quickly.
“Yes, Mr. Salucci.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I will come for you.”
