“Suck my dick, slut.” I said forcefully. I was speaking more from the chest, and trying to be a lot clearer than I was in everyday conversation. I ran my fingers up until I thought I could feel her clit, and put a little pressure on it. She didn’t answer. The situation had changed so quickly. I felt myself being drawn in by her heat, her need. There wasn’t a trace of anger or resentment in her. “You can’t cum without my permission.” I grunted, as I sped up my fingers. I pulled my hand out of her panties and brought my wet fingertips up to her lips. “Oh…ffuck!” she cried. I eventually released her, only to grab her jaw, digging my fingers into her cheeks. She let it pop out of her mouth and she laughed gently again, before planting little kisses down the side of the shaft, and licking back up to the top. I wanted to let her rest, to recover, but I was so horny I didn’t know how long I could wait.
