I parted them slightly, but it was enough for him to gain access and take my mouth with his tongue. I tried my best not to kiss him back or touch him, but my body was betraying me, and strange emotions took over.
I didn’t think my heart could beat any faster, not until he pulled away from my lips and dropped to the floor in front of me. He slowly moved my panties down my legs and had to tell me to pick up my feet so that he could remove them. He sat back on his feet and stared at my sex.
“I love this,” he said and moved his fingers between my legs. I gasped from his touch, and he snickered a little. He hadn’t touched between my folds yet, and only, gently ran his fingers on my smooth lips.
“Do you want me to touch you, Morgan?” he rasped.
Yes, please, touch me. Now!
“No,” I spouted out in a hateful tone.
He snorted again. “I think you do,” he said and took his thumb and forefinger and opened me up, still not touching me. I was afraid that he could see the throbbing that was begging for attention.
He stood back up and kissed me lightly, circled me, and kissed my neck again. I was begging myself with everything in me to keep it together. He might be able to make me do what he wanted, but he couldn’t make me enjoy it. I tried to tell myself that I wasn’t enjoying it, and I didn’t want him touching me, but I was quickly losing the battle.
Stupid fucker probably has a little dick that he can’t even get up. Why else would he have to buy a wife?
Holly shit…maybe not.
He thrust his hips into my naked backside, and I could feel his not so small erection.
“Lay down on the bed, Morgan,” he whispered in my ear. He walked me forward when I didn’t move.
Was I supposed to lie on my stomach? I didn’t know what he wanted me to do, so I did nothing, nothing except notice my heart beating out of my chest, and the dull pain on my cheek bone. He turned me around and moved me back so that I had to sit. He wasn’t modest at all and didn’t care that his dick was right in front of me. He grabbed himself and made a hissing sound as he moved it, trying to get some relief in the now too tight dress slacks.
He picked up both my legs, willing me to lay back.
I scooted back on my elbows, not wanting to be exposed to him. He had the most lustful, crazed look in his eyes as he engrossed in my naked body beneath him. He slid both his hands up my legs and to the edges of my vagina. He still didn’t touch me where I felt I needed touched.
“Spread your legs,” he said as he grabbed himself again.
“I don’t want to,” I said weakly.
“But you are going to, so you should take heed in my warning and listen to me now.”
I was afraid of the warning he spoke of, and slowly raised both of my legs. He hissed again as he stared at my extremely open sex. He took both of his thumbs and opened me more. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the humiliation.
“You’re very wet, your * wants to be touched, doesn’t it, Morgan?”
Yes…Yes it does, like now.
“No,” I said through my rapid breaths.
“I am not touching you until you tell me to.”
Great.
He continued to tease my outer folds, but wouldn’t go anywhere close to my inner core. He would get close, very close, and after what seemed like hours that I was sure were only minutes, I twisted my hips, hoping his fingers would slip and find my throbbing nub, but he stopped moving altogether.
“Do you want me to touch you now?”
“Yes,” I said in a panting breath and noticed the winning, smirk on his face. I wanted to kick it right off of him, but I wanted him to touch me more.
He turned his hand, palm side up, and ran his middle finger from my opening up to my clit. I squirmed beneath his fingers, and closed my eyes, trying not to moan. He never slid his fingers inside of me like I was hoping he would, and focused on my slippery juices, massaging the slipperiness into my clit. He placed his thumb on the throbbing sensation, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. I knew I was going to explode, and my hips moved with him. I was almost there, so close to the crest when he slowed his pace and pressure.
“Do you want to come, Morgan?” he asked, towering over me.
I did want to come, and I wanted to come right that second. I knew I was going to have to play his game, and he wasn’t going to do anything without me telling him.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He picked up his speed and pressure again. Just when I was right there, ready to be relieved, he abruptly stopped. My eyes opened, and he pulled me up, pushing me down to kneel in front of him.
“You can come when you learn to listen and watch your mouth.”
I started to panic again when he undid his belt and freed himself. He placed the head right on my tightly, squeezed lips.
“Open your mouth, Morgan.”
“Uh-uh,” I moaned as he moved his head from one side of my lips to the other, applying his pre-come to my lips like lipstick. He continued this, enjoying it, I was sure until he wanted in my mouth.