Shane
Her lips parted and I saw the fire flash in her eyes as she contemplated fighting me on it. To my pleasant surprise, she held eye contact as she lowered herself to her knees. I groaned internally as I watched her obey. As I looked down at her, I took in the dip of her chest as she exhaled, the mouth-watering curve of her plump breasts, and her sweet thighs. Her knees were pale against the cold, hard floor. Satisfaction washed over me knowing that she was taking that little bit of pain for me. I wanted to tell her how well she was doing, but I couldn’t, not yet.
I wanted to tell her to pull my pants down and watch her jump at the command. The thought of watching her excited fingers touching me had my cock twitching. The day dream continued as I imagined her pulling and tugging as she got my cock out. I wanted to pull her to her feet and bend her over the seat.
There was a hunger in her eyes that matched mine. I could tell from the way her throat bobs as she swallowed that she was thinking the same thing.
Instead of giving the two of us what we want, I lowered my hands until they were at the front of my pants. She followed my movements like a predator stalking its prey. I unfastened the top button and her tongue came out and swiped over her bottom lip. She’d be the death of me and she hadn’t even touched me yet. I flexed my thighs and my dick jumped as I unbuttoned the second button. Adea moved forward, and I stopped my movements, my fingers pausing over the third gold button. A deprived whine came from my good little girl, and I struggled to stop myself from smiling down at her.
“Be good for me,” I murmured. She stared longingly at the last button. I waited for her to look up at me. When I didn’t continue, her eyes lifted to mine, wide with want. “I need you to be patient for me, can you do that?” I asked. She nodded. “Good. Because the moment you aren’t is the moment this all stops.” She nodded again.
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When I was done counting I continued where I left off. My fingers brushed against the cool, hard button. I loved it when she watched me. I loved watching her watch me. She was fucking perfect. I didn’t think she knew how much I appreciated her for doing this with me.
Having complete control was something I needed. I always knew why. It was because of what I went through as a child. My cries were ignored, my pleas fell on deaf ears, and I never had any control. This. As she waited for my direction on her knees in front of me, she was giving me something I never had. My chest burst with love for this beautiful woman.
Unbuttoning the last button, I push my pants down below my backside. I let my cock spring free. Her mouth watered and her lips glistened from her saliva. I watched as she swallowed and clenched her thighs together. My cock was hard, the veins running up the side of my member, and the tip shining with precum. We both watched as it dripped down my shaft. Her eyes fluttered as I slid a finger through the liquid and smeared it around.
“Shane,” Adea whispered. It was a plea, and I stopped myself from shoving my cock down her throat. Instead, I took a small step toward her, but she didn't take her eyes off of my cock. I leaned down and waited for her to look up at me. When she did, I lowered my finger in front of her mouth.
“Suck it.”
She Didn’t hesitate. Her lips parted, her mouth fell open, and her tongue darted out. Being the good little slut that she was, she lathered my finger. It was warm and wet and my cock twitched with the thought of her tongue running up and down my length. Maximus hummed and I could feel how pleased he was with her. It matched my own. She wrapped her pink lips around my fingertip and sucked. My balls drew up tight and I growled as she stared up at me innocently.
Adea lowered her head and her brown eyes sparkled with satisfaction as her lips slid down my finger. When she reached my knuckle, I pulled my finger out of her mouth and straightened my back.
She stared up at me expectantly. I knew what she was waiting for. She wanted me to praise her, but I’m not going to. She hadn’t done anything yet.
I wrapped my hand around my cock and slowly slid it down and stopped halfway down my shaft.
“Open,” I demanded.