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Pretty Please - 1/2

“You’ve been teasing me this whole time and thought I’d just let you waltz in without consequences?"

By Mari C. RohwederPublished 2 years ago 22 min read
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I knock on the door three times. When you answer, your eyes immediately take in my appearance from head to toe. I swallow hard at the hunger in your eyes when they meet mine after taking in my short skirt and high heels.

You step to the side to allow me in, but the moment the door shuts, you press me against the wall. At the wide-eyed look I give you, you smirk. “You’ve been teasing me this whole time and thought I’d just let you waltz in without consequences? Silly girl.”

Your hands trail from my shoulders down my arms to my hands, where you gather them both in one of yours before bringing them up and pinning them above my head as you slip your knee between my legs, somewhat propping me up against the wall. A gasp escapes my lips as you lean in to nip at my throat before applying more and more pressure with your teeth. I moan slightly at the dull pain, knowing you still have more to give.

“Hush now,” you whisper against my skin. Suddenly you release my hands and grab me by the hips, lifting me up to wrap my legs around your waist. I brace myself with my hands on your shoulders as you walk us toward your bedroom. Along the way, I lean in to bite down on your shoulder, suppressing a moan as you grind up against me.

When we stop at the foot of your bed, you casually drop me on it, watching with sadistic amusement as I try to right myself. Then, before I can object at the jarring motion, you push me backward on the bed until I’m laying before you, though that doesn’t last long as you crawl halfway up my body.

You take my legs firmly but gently and part them, taking in that I’m not wearing panties beneath my skirt. “Naughty slut,” you whisper, reaching down to test the waters, so to speak. “Soaked for me,” you tease, trailing a finger through the mess between my legs. You lick your fingers, and before I can stop you, lean down to mimic the action against my pussy. You find my clit immediately and tease it twice before sliding a finger inside. The tension builds within me quickly, but you can feel it and pull back some, looking up at me while you slowly push your finger in and out.

As though you can read my mind, you grab my hands before I can even lift them to pull your face back toward me. I have no idea what to expect next with them pinned against the bed and your devious expression.

But you do nothing.

You let me squirm, making direct eye contact the entire time until I softly utter, “Please.”

“Please, what?” you ask, squeezing my hands a little tighter.

“Please don’t stop….” I clench my eyes shut, my face heating at begging. But I can’t help it, and you know it.

“Keep your hands…here,” you say, placing them on my belly. You slide an arm around one of my thighs to hold me in place before lowering your head once more to lick my clit torturously slow. I dig my nails into my palms as you slide first one, then two, fingers into me again, curling them up toward my stomach as you plunge them in and out.

Before long, I’m on edge, and again you stop, pulling away. Hungrily, I sit up and lean forward, reaching for the button to your pants. Though you try feebly to brush my hands away, I free your cock from your boxers and stroke it slowly, glancing up to see your expression. Your eyes are closed, but you’re biting your lip lightly, and I smirk, leaning in to lick the head of your dick very lightly. Two can play that game, I think, swirling my tongue around the tip slowly before fully engulfing it in my mouth.

Your hands immediately find the back of my head, and you thread your fingers in my hair quickly, trying to push further into my mouth. I block you, though, with my tongue, pressing it upward, so the head of your dick hits it instead of the back of my throat. I start to pull back to chide you, but you hold me in place, waiting patiently until I lower my tongue, at which point you thrust into my mouth quickly, roughly.

Tears sting my eyes, but the sound you make, a mix between a growl and a moan, makes me wetter than before. I blink the tears away and work my mouth up and down greedily, inhaling each time I pull back, so I don’t have to stop.

“Fuck,” you moan so quietly I’m not sure if I actually heard anything. Regardless, you press one hand to the back of my head and thrust again until your dick hits the back of my throat, staying there until I gag lightly, at which point you pull back me back with a tug of my hair, eliciting a whimper from me.

You fuck my mouth for a few more moments before completely pulling my mouth off your dick, pushing me back down at the same time. Placing your hands on my knees, you part my legs and once more run your fingers through the slickness starting to drip down my thighs. You trail your fingers across my pussy lightly, barely grazing my clit a few times to make me gasp. When my breath hitches in my throat again, you take it as an opportunity to slip your fingers into my open mouth, forcing my own juices on my tastebuds.

My eyelids droop slightly at the jolt of arousal coursing through my center, and I moan softly, lapping at your fingers greedily. I sit up a little and reach out to grip your cock in my right hand, pumping it up and down slowly, swirling my thumb across the tip to coat it in your precum. Next, I slowly reach down to drench my fingers in the wetness between my thighs with my left hand. Then, I wrap that hand around the base of your cock and slowly work both my hands up and down in gentle twisting motions as it grows slick with both our juices.

Your head drops back with a slight groan, and I smile a little, glad to bring you pleasure. Tucking my legs beneath me, I lower myself toward the head of your dick again, engulfing it entirely in my mouth. I moan loudly to cause slight vibrations as I continue to pump the base of your dick in time with the bob of my head. The taste of your precum mixed with my juices makes my mouth water a little, and I use that to dive down, taking you deeper into my mouth as I shift my hand down to massage your balls.

“So fucking hungry for this dick,” you mutter, gripping me by the hair again to guide your cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. After taking a deep breath as you pull out to plunge in one more time, I relax, taking you deep into my throat and holding you there for a few moments, bobbing my head up and down to help you fuck my throat. “Goddamn… I forgot you can do that,” you say, sounding pained as you gently pull your cock from my mouth.

I smirk up at you as I catch my breath, resuming the leisurely pace at which I work your dick in my hands. “Your memory makes it easy to surprise you,” I tease quietly, licking my lips before lowering my head to lick along your shaft. Before I can engulf you in my mouth once more, you grip me by the hair and pull me upright, ignoring the small whimper I let out.

“You clearly forgot as well: I’m ruthless,” you say, leaning in to bite my lower lip roughly before tugging me back down on the bed.

Before I can right myself once more on the bed, you grab me by the thighs and flip me over, sliding your hands up to my hips to pull me back up a little. Once I’m on all fours, I grip the blanket beneath me and look over my shoulder at you. Wiggling my ass in the air a little, I meet your eyes briefly before yours drop down again as you swirl your thumb around my clit slowly, pressing a finger against my asshole and massaging gently.

I bite my lip to stifle a soft moan, but soon you stop to delve two fingers into my pussy, pumping in and out a few times before withdrawing so suddenly I gasp. You growl a little as you glide your fingers through the mess dripping down my thighs, and then you slide your hand up, so your wet fingertip teases my asshole again.

“Did you miss this?” you ask, ever so slowly pushing your finger inside. Goosebumps rise on my flesh at the sensation, and I bite my lip even harder, trying not to acknowledge your taunting words. As you press your finger a little deeper inside, though, you lean over me to bite my shoulder, eliciting a full-on moan. “Answer me,” you growl against my skin, rubbing my pussy in time with the plunge of your finger.

Clenching my eyes shut, I shake my head, pursing my lips to keep quiet. A sting of pain follows a loud smack against my ass, and you withdraw your finger partially, making me whimper. “I can stop,” you tease, caressing the spot you slapped to soothe the area. You’re still slowly withdrawing your finger, but before you fully do, I press back against you, forcing your finger deeper inside again.

I’m rewarded with another slap, and it increases the pooling between my legs with a pang of arousal low in my belly. “You already know the answer,” I bite out, wiggling my ass again in front of you.

“And you know it’s more fun when you admit it,” you say, reaching out with your free hand to grip me by the hair while you nip at my neck again. “So give it up….”

As you lean over me, your hard cock presses against my ass tauntingly, and I clench my eyes shut, feeling my face warm before I can even toss my pride aside. “Fuck you,” I laugh. “You know I want you.”

“That wasn’t the question,” you murmur quickly, tugging on my hair as you entirely withdraw your finger from my ass. The next thing I feel is the soft skin of your dick rubbing against my pussy; you’re fully taunting me now, tugging my hair painfully each time I try to grind back against you. “Did you miss this dick?”

“Yes,” I grit out between my teeth.

“Did you miss the total domination I showed over you?”

“Yes…”

“Then let’s get you what you want,” you say before the head of your cock presses against my pussy briefly, and you thrust inside, gliding in smoothly as you stretch me out. A long, low moan escapes my mouth, and I clench the blanket even harder, arching my back and pressing against you as much as possible to experience the full sensation. “Now, the fun begins,” you promise aloud.

When I’m fully seated on your cock, you thrust lightly a few times to hit my G-spot just enough to make me want more before pulling out halfway, causing me to whine quietly. Then, before I can protest at the partial loss, you thrust inside once more, slapping me hard on the ass. Tossing my hair over my shoulder as I look at you, I glare briefly but clench my eyes shut as you send another thrust my way. “What’s the matter?” you taunt lightly, reaching over to grip my hair by the roots again, never breaking the slow yet rough pace you’ve got going.

I whimper as you tug me up by my hair, drawing me upright, so your dick is entirely inside me as you whisper against my throat. Then, you ask, “Can’t talk your usual shit now, can you?” Then, you dig your teeth into my throat again, growling when I moan loudly, and my pussy clenches against my will. It feels so good; I can’t help but wiggle my ass against you to work your dick further inside me.

“Fuck, you greedy bitch,” you utter as you release my throat, using my hair to control me as you press me back down against the bed, ass high in the air. “Dare I say it might be time to give you what you really want?”

“And you think you know what that is because…?” I bite out, turning my head, so my face isn’t shoved against the bed.

You place another slap on my ass before you lean over me to whisper in my ear, “If I didn’t, do you think we’d be here right now?” I swallow hard, biting down any response I can think of because I know you’ll just tear it apart at your earliest convenience. Then, as though you can read my mind, you laugh. “That’s what I thought.”

“Shut the hell up and fuck me,” I snap, digging my fingers into the blanket to get a better grip so I can push myself up off the bed slightly. “Or what else are we here for?” I taunt back, sliding back and forth on your dick, slowly at first, before I start to amp up the speed.

With your hand still gripping my hair, you give it a firm tug to regain control over me. When I fall still again, you release my hair to slide your hands down my back to rest on my hips. The next thrust you deliver is rougher than before, and it sends a shock of pleasure through me, drenching your cock further as you plunge in and out.

As I slam back against you each time, I bite down on my lip, adding pressure with each moan I suppress. Likely realizing I’m holding back, you slow down again, maintaining a pleasurable, leisurely pace. “Don’t go quiet on me now,” you laugh, slapping my ass as you pull out nearly all the way. “You know what I want to hear.”

Clenching my jaw shut, I shake my head, playing dumb. My reward for that is another stinging slap to the same cheek, surely leaving more than just a handprint at this point, but what do I care? A moan builds deep in my throat but only partially escapes, and you sigh behind me, fully withdrawing from my pussy.

“If you want to play that game, fine,” you say, gripping me by the hips and flipping me onto my back. “But you already know who’s going to win.” I start to sit up, but you shove me back down. “Where do you think you’re going? We’ll start with these—” you pause and grab me by the wrists, pinning my hands above my head, “—up here. I’ll just have to remind you of who runs the show here and just exactly how I get what I want.”

Swallowing hard, I look up at you in defiance, still biting my lip to keep quiet. You arch an eyebrow at me, adjusting your hold, so one hand holds both of mine in place. Then, with your free hand, you reach beneath my shirt and push my bra upward so you can tease one of my nipples with the pinch of your fingers.

At this point, I’m surprised I haven’t drawn blood yet, even as I increase the pressure of my teeth on my lower lip. Your eyes drop from mine to my mouth, and yours twists into a smirk. “Why do you resist the urge to let it out?” you wonder aloud softly, withdrawing your hand from my shirt to instead push it up all the way over my breasts.

Finally releasing my lip from between my teeth with an ache, I grin up at you. “Well, who says you deserve to get everything you want?” I tease. “Someone has to keep you in check somewhere along the line.”

Your own grin widens in return, and mine fades as an exciting sort of dread courses through my belly. You release my wrists to grip me by the thighs tightly, tugging me toward you once more and toying with your cock against my wet pussy. With your free hand, you reach over to continue massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples. I start to slide my hand down to rub my clit, but before I realize what you’re doing, though, the hand that was on my breast moves to pin me to the bed by my throat, and with that power shift, you meet my eyes. “You really think you’re in charge here?” When I open my mouth to speak, you squeeze my throat a little harder to choke off my reply. “Uh-uh… You know better.” Withdrawing my hand, I place it over one of my breasts, pinching my nipple and tugging lightly. “Better,” you praise.

The hand teasing your cock against my pussy slips closer, your fingertips grazing through the mess before delving two fingers inside, curling them upward to hit my G-spot. My eyes roll back slightly in my head as you slowly massage the sensitive zone within me, but you stop long enough to get me to wrench my gaze back toward you. “Keep your eyes on mine, or I stop,” you threaten.

Clenching my jaw, I nod once, reaching out with my free hand to guide yours back into motion. “Then don’t stop.”

The grin on your face at my words makes me draw my hand away from yours with a smirk, grinding against your hand while shifting my hands to pull and twist at my nipples. You resume curling your fingers upward at a slow pace, and I have to work hard to keep my face straight and eyes open as you delve deeper each time until you’re thoroughly massaging my G-spot again. “That’s good,” you say, praising me once more as my face warms from the effort needed to keep my gaze trained on yours.

I bite down on my lower lip again to stifle a moan, but this causes you to arch a brow at me and stall your movements. “Stop holding back,” you demand softly. “I want to hear it all.” Finally, I release my lip with a shuddering breath and a nod, and you resume your motions, using your free hand to rub my clit with your thumb.

A whimper builds in my throat, escaping partially, and your gaze softens at the sound. Your hands, however, ramp up in intensity with their ministrations, and I fight the urge to clench my eyes shut at the building orgasm. This time, you don’t pull back to slow it down, instead encouraging it with the beckon of your fingers until I can’t help but shut my eyes tight as I come undone. “Ohh, fuck,” I moan, my chest heaving as I breathe deeply.

You continue thrusting your fingers in and out despite me having broken our gazes, helping me ride out my orgasm. Then, when my lips part again to let out another broken cuss word, you suddenly withdraw your fingers from me and delve them inside my mouth instead, so I’m moaning around them at both the loss of sensation and the taste of myself. My pussy clenches violently, still coming down from your actions, but at a loss for more without you inside me.

I bite down lightly on your fingers, sucking on them as I open my eyes to meet yours. However, you’re not looking at my face; your eyes are trained on my soaked pussy, where your free hand toys with it playfully. Soon, your cock replaces your hand, and you thrust inside roughly, gliding in effortlessly thanks to the mess coating me. The pleasurable sting of you stretching me out makes me release a moan around your fingers, and your eyes flutter shut briefly at the sound. “Mmm, that’s it….”

You withdraw your fingers from my mouth as you thrust forward, leaning over me as you set a leisurely pace at which you plunge in and out of my pussy. I wrap an arm around your waist, digging my nails into your back and raking them downward as I move in time with each of your thrusts. You hiss at the pain but continue pounding into me as I throw my head back with a loud moan. “Yes,” I hiss out as you hit my G-spot over and over.

I’m falling close to the edge again, but instead of urging you forward, I push you back carefully, gasping when I shove you right off and out of me. Then, at your groan, I sit up and crawl over to you, grabbing your dick with my right hand and pumping it up and down a few times. When I reach the head a few times, I lower my face toward it once more, pulling my hair over my shoulder, so it isn’t in the way as I devour you, sliding up and down your cock greedily.

The combined taste of you and me is erotic and heady, and it nearly makes me come undone once more, but I regain focus as you wind your fingers in my hair and begin thrusting into my mouth again and again until I quite literally have to tap your leg to get you to release me for air. At your laugh, I glare up at you, but you just grip me by the hair once more, lifting me up, so I’m on my knees in front of you. “Still defiant, eh? We’ll see how long that lasts,” you mutter, leaning in to lick along my throat once before biting down harder than before.

At the whimper I release, you clench your jaw tighter, and I lift my hands to dig my nails into your back, tears stinging my eyes. But I can’t say it’s the wrong kind of pain; I can feel my arousal dripping down my legs from it. The presence of your fingers on my inner thighs makes it clear you know what you’re doing, but knowing you, you’ve no intention of stopping now that you know the full effect you’re having on me. Not when you know I’m a sucker for the pain you dole out.

Releasing my throat, you kiss the spot you bit several times, still tilting my head back with the tug of my hair. Then, carefully, you lower us, so I’m straddling your lap, your hard cock pressed against me as I grind down on you, raking my nails up your back until my fingers, too, are tangled in your hair. As I grind on you once more, I slip one hand between us to touch you with long, slow strokes.

You release my hair in favor of setting your hands on my hips and lifting me up slightly. Obeying your silent command, I align your cock with my pussy and lower myself onto it, sliding down as I slowly work my hips in small circles. Your lips find my neck again as a groan escapes you, and I smile silently, setting my hands on your shoulders to steady myself as I grind up and down on your cock. I drop my head back when it hits my G-spot and cry out at how intense the pleasure is.

“That’s it,” you breathe against my skin, your hands guiding me up and down at a quick pace as I clench around you. Finally, you wind an arm around my waist to hold me against you, and, with your free hand, you reach around to squeeze my ass, working your way down until your fingertips tease my asshole.

The slick feeling of them sliding around, dipping in and out, tells me I’m thoroughly drenched, and you take full advantage, plunging a single finger inside as I ride you. A shuddering gasp escapes my lips, and I hear you chuckle as you thrust both your finger and cock inside of me at complementing paces. Goosebumps rise on my skin, and I grind down on you harder, dropping my head forward to simultaneously hide my face and nip at your throat.

You delve your cock in as deep as you can, using your free hand to snake up my back and grip me at the nape of the neck to push me down even harder on you. Once I’m fully seated on your dick, you pulse upward, angling perfectly to hit my G-spot perfectly with each small thrust.

Still hiding my face in your neck, I bite down on the crook of your shoulder to stifle a loud moan as I gush even more around you with each thrust. This time you let it slide, but only because you’re preoccupied, I imagine.

Then, without withdrawing from me, you yank me away just enough to pry my teeth from you. Then, sliding your hands down from the back of my neck to my waist again, you hold me upright while you lie back on the bed. “Try hiding from me this way,” you dare, giving another upward thrust to strike while I’m off-guard, processing your words.

I smile down at you, setting my hands on your chest to support myself as I raise and lower myself on your cock at a steady pace. “I know what you like; all I have to do is distract you with it.”

“Oh? And what would that be?” you ask, meeting me halfway with each thrust.

I press my hands down on your chest more firmly, raising myself just enough to slip your cock out from within me. You hiss with a glare and open your mouth to speak, but before you can complain, I lean down to kiss you roughly. “Shut up,” I grind out, turning around to slip back onto your cock with my back facing you. Then, sitting up on my hands and knees, I glance back at you. “Ready for a ride?”

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Mari C. Rohweder

Just a quirky writer-girl living life in Las Vegas. You'll more often than not find fiction here, but I also want to dabble in cannabis reviews, so be on the lookout for that if you indulge.

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