“Dash, no.”
“It’s too late to say no, Angel.” He lifted his ass and slid his pants down to rest on his hips. His cock sprung free and bobbed against this taut stomach when he settled back on the makeshift bed.
As soon as he did, he brought his hand up to his mouth and spit. He then slowly grasped his cock around the head and squeezed. I found my legs mimicking the action and closing tight.
Stop watching him!
I couldn’t find the willpower to tear my eyes away. I knew without taking my eyes away from his cock that he watched me watch me.
“Fuck,” he grunted and I sat up. I leaned forward and clutched the edge of the couch as his hand worked his thick cock. His lips curled showcasing his pearly whites. His hips rocked subtly. All the while, his heated gaze pinned me to my seat.
I could feel the sweat between my thighs increase as my body temperature rose. I couldn’t believe he was really pleasuring himself and making me watch.
I was panting by the time I found my voice. “Dash—” I lost my breath at the sight of pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock.
“This feels good, Angel. So. Fucking. Good.”
The twinkle in his eye as he bit down on his bottom lip told me he enjoyed teasing me. The thought snapped me out of my helpless state though I was still overcome with lust.
But if he wanted to push, I’d push back.
“How good?” I didn’t miss the shock in his eyes at my unexpected question. “Does it feel as good as me?” I asked before he could answer.
“Nothing feels as good as you.”
“I’m not sure I believe you. It’s been years since you felt me.” I sat back against the cushions and ran my hands up my bare thighs and his eyes followed.
“I remember,” he gritted.
“It’s a shame really…” up and down, I teased my own skin, “…a memory is all you’ll ever have.”
“You and I”—grunt—”both know”—grunt— “if I wanted you in bed”—grunt—”I would have you.”
“Anything you can do, I can do better, Dasher. Maybe it’s me who is seducing you.” The reminder of our first time together brought a dangerous glint in his eyes, and he reared up and jumped to his feet before I could react.
His hands grabbed and caught me when I attempted to scramble over the back of the couch. I was flipped onto my stomach and then held by his hand on my neck while he raised my ass in the air.
“Dash.” I squealed his name, but it was mostly muffled by the couch.
“Shhhh,” he whispered and then flipped up my skirt to slap me on my ass.
“Oww! Don’t hit me!”
“Shhh.” He repeated the punishment. I groaned and he repeated it once more. On the fourth slap to my ass, I pleaded with him to stop. It earned me another slap. This one harder and more forceful. Wisely, I didn’t make a peep on the fifth, realizing it was the reason for the slaps.
“Good girl.” His hand invaded my panties and rubbed the skin he’d just abused. “No more kid games. When I tell you to do something, you do it. Understand?”
“Fuck off.”
He chuckled and the next moment my ass was on fire as he rained down three controlled slaps. I fought to get away, but his hand kept me in place. The burning sensation made me wish his hand would rub me again, and just as I wished it, his hand found the spot again. He rubbed once and then dipped his hand lower until it was resting between my legs and tangling with the sticky evidence of my arousal mingling on my thighs.
His silence stretched for seconds too long. I held my breath through every second. I knew he knew it was there because his fingers ran through it. “Is this what I think it is?”