She freed her grasp from his chin and lazily straddled him, her arms wrapping around his neck. Tenderly, she began grinding her wetness on his leaking length, prompting his length harder.
Even though he had felt her before, this was extraordinary. He could not believe how wet she was because of him. Her wetness was soaking his length, just by grinding above it.
As the sweet pleasure coursed through his body, his face started turning crimson, his eyes taking a dive into another world. Watching him bite his lips as he breathed so heavily, she bit her lips as well, delighted by the view in front of her.
"So fucking gorgeous!" She murmured and gently led her fingers onto his lips, slowly rubbing them. His mouth fell open at her gentle fingers, his hands finding their way to her waist.
"Why do you keep calling me beautiful?" He whimpered, his eyes squinting from pleasure. She grinned at his words and slowly pushed her two fingers into his mouth, prompting him astounded.
With her free hand, she guided his length against her wetness and deliberately began sitting on it, watching him create the face of an extraordinary beauty.
"Have you ever seen yourself making this face?" She questioned and completely sat upon him, slowly just rubbing her hips on his thighs, making the tip of his length explore her insides.
"You haven't, right?" With that, she dragged her wetness to the tip of his cock and strongly sat back, creating a loud slapping noise that could make anyone cum just by the look of it. It drove both his mouth and eyes wider, and his gasp stuck in his throat.
She seized his wide mouth as an invitation and shoved her fingers deeper, making him choke on them. Grasping the back of his throat, she insisted his fingers remain in his mouth, leading the white of his eyes to take the place of the black.
His mouth began drooling and his throat continued gagging. "This is a sight you should not miss. People would do anything for it. Do you not know it?" Another strong slap of her hips echoed in the room, making his dick swell in her, and she withdrew her fingers from his mouth, allowing him a breath of fresh air.
Heavily he consumed and filled his lungs with multiple breaths, seeking to regain his posture, when suddenly she began riding his length at a sluggish pace.
His length had just adjusted and did not receive the relief of perfectly fitting inside her tight walls when they started grating and squeezing him.
His mouth remained open for a while, moaning as she watched him start losing his stability. His hands around his waist tightened for a better grip, his head falling behind.
She kept relishing the sight, riding him deliberately for a while, and eventually grasped his throat, allowing his body to ease up as she pushed him onto the bed.
Her wetness grew wetter by her own actions, her wetness forming squelching sounds, her hips mildly slapping against his thighs as his length traveled deeper and deeper into her.
Her moans that had been mild also altered and turned wilder while her hips paced.
He was witnessing stars in the day, while she witnessed her priced possession accepting its place on her shelf.
Eventually, her grasp on his throat tightened as she began riding him at a faster pace, his length sort of hypnotizing her senses.
The hair clip looked beautiful in his messy hair, reminding her that it all started with apples. Apples were going to become her favorite fruit from then.
He noticed her eyes on his hair and became needier, his length growing inside her. He was aware of what she was thinking. He knew that those hair clips were going to become his favorite.
She continued slapping against his thighs, while his length started drooling inside her, quivering and shuddering with each hit.
Suddenly, as he was busy looking at her eyes, he regarded her moan louder. Something had flinched her whole body. He did not realize what it was until he realized his length was hitting one particular spot inside her, that was urging her to react that way. Her sweet spot.
It drove him wilder to see more of her red burning face; he began thrusting into her, her hips taking the chance quicker than any runner, but abruptly paused as she pinned his throat harder on the mattress. "You have to ask for my permission first, baby."
Hearing her words, he quickly jumbled inside his words to find the right words and stuttered, "Please g-give me your permission t-then. I want to — please allow me."
A smile arose on her face, prompting her grip to loosen around his throat, taking a softer form as it was just the beginning of their connection. She whispered, "That's my good boy. You have my permission."
Two words - good boy, rang the old memory in his head, prompting him to travel back in the time when she first called him a good boy.
Bashfulness took over him, scorching his whole body more than before as he turned away from his face and began thrusting into her.
The memory kept playing in his head when she had first kissed him in his sleep, prompting his eyes to clench tighter. The effect of memory grew bolder as he began growling and moaning, reaching his release.
Hitting both hers and his sweet spot right on top of his dick, he grew fonder of the orgasm and began begging as he had learned that if he wanted something, he needed to beg.
"Please let me cum! I'm so close. I'm going to burst."
"I never knew you could be this way." She stated, giving him a full hand, riding him at the same speed, and asking him to beg again.
"Please! Please! Let me cum, Triya! I can't hold my it in. I beg you!"
His noises full of greed, prompted her to growl and her orgasm to approach her at the same speed. Her thighs started shaking just like his and her body began shuddering like his cock inside her.
Within a few seconds, she allowed him his release, watching her own orgasm standing on her face.
They growled and danced together in the ball of pleasure and eventually found their release together.
Huffing and puffing, she was still riding him, while he was still thrusting into her, releasing every drop of cum. "I- I came inside you. I'm sorry!" Dread quickly clouded him, numbing him from pleasure, when she suddenly pecked his forehead and whispered.
"It's alright. You don't have to worry about that. Just make sure next time you tell me where you want to cum. Or you will be punished."
Punishment? Does that relationship also include punishment?
"Don't think too much. You'll soon get a grip on this." It was like she had read his mind and caught him red-handed. At least, that was what his face was projecting.
"Now, come here. Let me praise you for being a good boy." The memory again started flashing in his mind, leading him to foreshadow the fact that she got up from his thighs and left his leaking cock in the air.
She stood beside him on the ground, watching him stare at her blankly, getting astounded by the sight she had painted. She considered it an after-effect and kissed his forehead.
But she did not know that he was slowly losing himself to her, forgetting that he ever had a fear of getting caught.
END OF THE CHAPTER
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