onedeadpoet:

Some nights I’m more relentless than usual. Tonight is one of those nights. It comes from the result of you teasing me with your skimpy clothes and guessing your jeans or panty-covered ass against me “by accident” all day. Now it’s my turn.

“There’s no cumming for you tonight,” I breathe into your ear as my fingers dance across your engorged clit.

I feel your hips begin to buck on their own accord, a signal to slow down. I smile when you groan, the pace to an orgasm slowing. Soon my fingers are barely moving but hitting just the right spot on the side of your clit. The edge is here.

My fingers are barely moving, yet I can feel your clit pulse and contract.

I stop.

It relaxes…

…I graze it again. You’re right where I want you.

“Now it’s time for me to fuck this beautiful edged mess,” I say.

Your eyes snap open. You don’t know how you’re going to resist cumming the moment I’m inside. But that’s your problem.

My fingers are replaced by my cock. I gather your juices and rub all around, feeling you shudder when I circle around your clit. This is going to be fun. I pause at your entrance, your lips slowly beginning to engulf my head.

“You do not have permission,” I repeat as I begin to push.