One-shots [𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓎]

𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 3 [part 2]

Lana stepped back, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and desire as she continued to tease Sam. Slowly, she slipped off her panties, letting them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them with the grace of a dancer. Her body was a vision of perfection, every curve and line accentuated by the soft, dim light filtering through the curtains.

"Look at you," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "So needy, so desperate. Do you like what you see?"

Sam nodded fervently, his eyes locked onto her, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "Yes, Lana," he whispered. "You're incredible."

"Good," she said with a sly smile, stepping closer until she was just inches away from him. "Now, let's see how much you can handle."

She reached out and trailed her fingers down his chest, her touch light and teasing. She circled his nipples, making him shiver, before moving lower, her nails grazing his skin ever so lightly. His cock twitched in response, throbbing with need, but he kept his hands by his sides, remembering her command.

"You're doing well," she murmured, her fingers dancing around his navel before dipping lower. "But I can see you're struggling. You want to touch me, don't you?"

"Yes," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I want to touch you so badly."

"Not yet," she said with a wicked smile. "First, I want to see just how much you can take."

She moved her hand lower, brushing her fingertips against his cock, teasing him with the lightest of touches. He moaned, his body straining towards her, but he didn't move his hands, determined to obey her.

"That's it," she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "Just let me take control."

She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it slowly, her grip firm but gentle. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily, but she tightened her hold, controlling his movements. "Easy," she said, her tone both commanding and comforting. "Let me set the pace."

She continued to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, driving him to the brink of madness. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Please, Lana," he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. "I need... I need to come."

"Not yet," she said firmly, her eyes locking onto his with a steely resolve. "I want to see you suffer a little longer."

She increased the pace of her strokes, her hand moving faster, her grip tightening just enough to push him closer to the edge. He moaned, his body writhing with pleasure and frustration, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

"You're doing so well," she praised, her voice a seductive purr. "But you're not there yet."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I want you to touch yourself again. But remember, you don't get to come until I say so."

He nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he wrapped his hand around his cock once more. He stroked himself, his movements desperate and urgent, his eyes locked onto hers, silently begging for her permission.

Lana watched him with a satisfied smile, her eyes dark with desire. She reached out and cupped his balls, gently massaging them as he continued to stroke himself. His moans grew louder, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"That's it," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm. "Just a little longer. You're so close."

He nodded, his eyes screwed shut as he focused on the sensations coursing through his body. He could feel his climax building, the pressure almost unbearable, but he held back, waiting for her word.