𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 (on hold)

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"Show me what you can do, Darla."

I certainly did show him. I rested my head on his chest before I even began. He tightened his hands around my throat and I forced out a moan.

I ground back into him and Will groaned. I rolled my hips, pressing circles into his clothed erection. With his hands around my neck, the only other option for me was my breasts.

I squeezed them, looking to his eyes in the mirror. Will noticed the placement of my hands and it seemed to turn him on even more. He grunted,
"Fuck. I bet you're so wet right now."

In fact, I was bone dry. I realised after a second that if he looked at my panties, he may have noticed this, so I began to picture actually attractive things in my head, hoping it would do the trick.

Thinking up detailed and imaginative sex scenes with whoever you wanted was definitely a good pastime, and it did the trick for the moment, too.

I quickly dealt with myself with thoughts of being roughly taken over a kitchen counter, clinging to the edge behind me. I imagined that the person behind me grasped my hair and yanked my head back, whispering harsh words in my ear.

Just the image of it made me moan out loud— helping me play the part with Will. I bit my lip and kept my eyes on his in the mirror, smirking. His pelvis jolted forwards, and I pushed back on it, tutting.

He grinned and tried to tighten his grip on my throat. His hands were not large enough to get a good hold, so there was very little change. I pretended there was, though, and rolled my eyes back into my head.

He seemed pleased with me, so I risked a different move, knowing that I would never get to his phone in that position.

I spun in his grasp, breaking his hold on my neck easily. I was almost upset that he wasn't holding my neck with any sort of pressure. If I could break his hold that easily, it was much less fun. But, that was what happened when I picked a man with very little strength.

I pressed a hand against his chest, pushing him backwards and following, until he fell onto the sofa. He gasped as his legs hit the velvety material, but then spread his legs and smirked. His lap was presented to me, and I climbed on, straddling his legs.

I smiled,
"This is much more comfortable, don't you think?"

He grinned like a child on Christmas morning,
"We'll have to find out."

The more I looked at his desperate face, the less I was turned on. Something about his presence made it much harder to pretend that I liked him.

I was wrong earlier— he was not a strong man. He had a body that masked his very weak personality. Everything about him seemed to be watered down. He had a weak grip, a weak mind and a weak aura.

I was anything but attracted to him. Even so, I rotated my hips and grinned, looping my arms around the back of his neck,
"I guess we will."

I didn't think he had told me his name, so using it would be giving myself away. So, even if I felt that moaning his name would work in my favour, I couldn't do it.

I dropped my head back and pressed my tits towards his face. He did nothing. In a perfect situation, I would hope that he would at least take a nipple into his mouth. I hoped that one day I would find someone who actually turned me on.

Will did absolutely nothing about my tits, though. I ground into him so hard that I was sure my damp panties must have left a mark on his trousers. I didn't care. I would have quite enjoyed marking him if he was a remarkable man in any way.

I leant my whole body forward, kissing a line up his neck as I continued my bouncing rhythm on his lap. I made sure that my moans were loud— and realistic— enough to make him think I was enjoying myself.