The Lineup(84)

“Pinch your nipple harder, I want to hear you moan.”

She pinches, and her hips lift as a low moan falls past her precious lips.

“Again.”

She pinches. Groans.

“Again.”

This time her head falls to the side, her chest heaving.

“Again.”

Her other hand roams up her body to her other breast and she applies the same pressure.

As she continues to work her nipples until she’s dripping wet while small cries fall from her lips, I hold the base of my cock, keeping the pressure tight around the root and then slowly pulling the built-up pressure to the tip of my dick, only to repeat the stroke. Together we touch ourselves to the point that we’re both breathing heavily. Fuck. This is so fucking hot.

“Are you ready for me, Dottie?”

“Yes,” she moans, her pelvis rotating, seeking relief.

“Touch yourself. Let me see how wet you are on your fingers.”

Without hesitation, she drags her fingers down her body to her pussy. With two fingers, she swipes over her slit and then holds them up to me. I walk over and closely examine them and then, I pull them into my mouth, sucking on the tips, making Dottie’s eyes widen.

“Get on all fours.”

“I want to see you when you fuck me.”

“You will, but on your knees for now.”

She does as I say, and I take my time to take in her pert ass, how the nightgown fabric barely skims her skin. Normally I like to be completely naked, but the nightgown has now become a part of this.

I step up behind her and slide my hand over the globe of her ass and then to her lower back, dragging her nightgown with it until it hits her shoulder blades. Circling my hand to the front, I find her breast and cup it, giving it a few squeezes as I line my rock-hard erection along her ass.

“Do you feel that, Dottie? Do you feel how fucking hard I am? That’s because of you. Whenever you’re around, you do this to me. You entice me, intrigue me, make me so goddamn horny with need. That’s why I’m about to fuck you into this mattress, because I can’t take your teasing any longer. But if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do this on my terms.”

I pinch her nipple and she rears back on a scream.

“Oh God, Jason.”

With my free hand, I run my finger along the nub, testing how wet she is.

She’s soaking, but I’m not about to give in. Instead, I stroke her lightly, pretending my finger is a feather, keeping the pressure as soft as a whisper so she knows I’m down there, but I’m down there for one purpose: to torture her.

With my dick still rubbing against her ass, I continue to pinch her nipples and stroke her until she lowers her head to the mattress and groans out in frustration.

“Jason,” she cries out. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, fuck me.”

Satisfied, I release my grip and flip her to her back. The shocked look soon subsides when I tear her nightgown over her head, and then place both my hands on her knees. I spread them wide and take a look at her, completely exposed. Smooth skin stretches over her body, skin I want my mouth all over.

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yes.” She nods.

“Good, because I want nothing between us.” I bring my aching cock to her entrance and move it up and down along her wetness, coating my dick in her arousal. “I love seeing your aroused pussy on my dick. I love seeing how wet you get from my touch, just from looking at me.” I rub her again and she shifts, trying to get me to enter her. “How many times do you plan on coming tonight, Dottie?”

“As many as you’ll allow me.”

“Perfect answer.” I slide my hands down to her inner thighs and drop to my knees. Keeping her spread, I bring my face down to her pussy and flick my tongue along her clit.

“Oh fuck,” she cries out, her hands gripping the comforter. “I don’t know how much I can take.”

“Are you begging me to eat your pussy, Dottie?”

“Yes . . . please, Jason, yes.”

“Fuck, I love hearing my name fall off your tongue like that, so desperate, so needy.”

Not wasting any more time, I move my mouth to her pussy, open wide, and suck her in right before swirling my tongue over her clit over and over and over again.

I’m vibrating my tongue, flicking, swirling, pressing down on her clit and then of course, sucking on it.

She writhes on the mattress, her shoulders twisting and turning, her mouth falling open, her eyes squeezing shut. Her hands drop to my head, her fingers digging into my hair, pulling, tugging, trying to grip anything as I hold her hips to the mattress, not letting her set the pace, but letting me control when she comes.

“Fu-uck, Jason. Please. Jesus, please.”

I pull away and lightly kiss the inside of her thighs, moving back to her mound, and above, then back. Flick my tongue, swirl. Pull back. Kiss her thigh and repeat.

Her arm flies over her eyes, and I’m almost positive she’s about to cry from sweet torture. It’s in that moment that I realize I have her right where I want her.

With my thumbs, I spread her lips and flatten my tongue against her clit, giving her long strokes with medium pressure, enough to make her come in seconds.

She screams out my name as she heaves up and down, her body twisting and turning until she calls out for me to slow down.