Page 176 of The Art of Almost Losing It
She sucks in a breath.
“How’s that?”
“I can’t be in the photo.”
“You said you’d do anything.”
“Yeah.” Her eyes are half-closed. “Anything.”
“Make yourself come on the armrest. Put on a show, Dani.”
Slowly, she moves where I tell her.
She has one foot on the floor, the other balanced on the couch cushion.
The wood armrest is ribbed like a lion’s paw, and she slowly rubs her pussy during her balancing act, her tits pushed up between her tense arms.
“Don’t film me,” she begs me as she rocks her pussy on the wood.
I put the phone down.
“You said anything. You said you’d do anything for me to let you go.”
“Can’t film me. My mom will kill me.” She moans, and her head tips back.
I circle her as she arches her body, her ass barely hidden by the hem of my shirt. As she moves, I get a little glimpse of her pussy as her ass bobs up and down.
“I could lock you up forever,” I tell her as her breath hitches, getting closer and closer. “Lock you up in a box and only take you out to fuck you. You like that?”
“N-No.”
“You don’t want that?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You’re scared, aren’t you? You’re so pretty when you’re scared. You’re scared I’m going to make you come, aren’t you?” Istare at her, her swollen mouth, my tie knotted around her neck as she pleasures herself on the armrest, like her pussy just can’t get enough.
“I won’t let you go until you come for me, pretty girl.”
I watch my girl, her head tipped back, her mouth open. I’ve seen what it looks like when she’s actually coming. And it takes her a minute, with her too-raw pussy. But she does it.
She comes for me.
“Good girl. But you like getting fucked,” I say as I get behind her, hike up her leg, slip on the condom, then thrust into that hot, wet pussy. “You like my cock.” She’s riding my dick, slowly bouncing up and down.
“Um…”
I finger her clit.
She sinks back against me, taking my whole cock, her nipples hard as I tease them while I fuck her slowly.
“You want me to lock you up? You want to be mine?”
“I don’t like the dark,” she murmurs. “I don’t want to be in a box. But you can lock me up in your penthouse. You can keep me in a nice suite and come and fuck me whenever you want. I’ll even come down, and you can tie me up in your office.”
“You like that, hm?” I kiss her neck then bite her shoulder through the cotton.
“Yeah, I like it when you use me. I like it when you ruin me, get me all dirty, mess me up.”
