Her hands reached up, fingers wrapping around my thighs, nails digging in, as she leaned forward, mouth open, tongue extended, begging for just one taste.
I tightened my grip on her throat just a little, enough to make her gasp, then rubbed the head across her lips again.
"Beg better, baby," I said, voice low. "Tell me how bad you need this dick down your throat."
I kept rubbing the swollen head of my cock across her lips, letting her taste exactly what she craved. Each slow pass left a glistening trail of precum on her full lower lip.
Her eyes fluttered closed in pure bliss, a soft, addicted moan humming from her throat every time the tip brushed her tongue. She was completely lost in it, savoring me like I was her only source of pleasure, her breath hot and shaky against my skin.
But I was done playing.
"Come here," I said, voice low and commanding.
