His c**k is now thick and strained, the bulge bigger than before.
“Stop.” He says.
I freeze, my fingers still buried deep inside me, my body trembling violently from the sudden denial. My gaze is in him, wide and pleading, my chest heaving. The sudden drop in the stimulation leaves me aching all over, especially in my p***y.
“Did I say you can finish?” He asks, a cruel, beautiful smirk playing on his lips. He shifts slightly, the bulge still straining, reminding me of the prize I'm fighting for.
“You're too rushed. Start over. Not too fast, not too slow. I want you to feel every second of the craving until I can see the deep pleading in your eyes, begging me to ruin you.”
I let out a broken sob of frustration and desire, my fingers sliding back out of my soaking wet heat. I look at hi
