This asshole enjoys teasing you up to a point at which you get so impatient it turns into anger. That's how sex with him usually works: He teases you, provokes you, makes you mad, until you try to take control and force him, because then, he feels encouraged to go harder and it's his comp to fight back, dominate and just fuck you.
But not today. He wants it, too. He's just playing, you know it. And he has to give you what you deserve.
"Niall, come on.", you groan. "Please."
"Babygirl, why hurry? You lasted a whole night, you can last a little longer for me.", he mumbles, slowly running the tip of his index finger up and down your slit. You wish he'd just let it slip on, rub your clit, shove two, three fingers into you, as deep as possible, whatever it takes to make you cum because you're desperate for an orgasm.
"I want to cum so bad, Ni, just start, okay?", you whine.
"Well I guess I can't refuse you my godlike skills anymore.", he sighs and finally scoots down to get between your legs and start eating you out like you wanted it for so long.
He drags his tongue from your entrance to your clit and all the way down again. You whimper and he puts his hands on your hips to keep you down.
"Shh, shh.", you hushes you, blowing cold air on your wetness. "It's all good, hold still, babygirl."
With just the right amount of pressure, he brings his tongue down on your swollen clit and starts rolling it against it, making you gasp for air as you already start quivering.
"Man, I must be good at this.", he groans, poking you with the tip of his nose. He grumbles something you can't understand, but the vibration of his low voice sends a shiver down your spine.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck.", you pant. "Niall, you're so fucking-"
You reach out to grab a fistful of his hair. You want to buck your hips against his open mouth, but he's got full control of you and you can't move your lower body. You just arch your back, moaning, feeling your heart race.
"Oh fuck!", you cry out as you feel your walls clenching, desperately wishing he'd insert two fingers or three or his cock, whatever, you just wish he was inside as your orgasm washes over you, numbing you for a split second before the waves of pleasure drown you in absolute ecstasy.
Niall doesn't stop eating you out during your high and once you've come down, he looks up from between your shaky thighs and asks: "Want another one?"
He licks your juices off his lips. You can't deny that.
"Yes, please.", you sigh. "Another one, yes."
"Greedy.", he laughs before he goes down on you a second time.
It doesn't take you half as much time to cum again now. This orgasm's probably even better than the one before. You're crying out his name, needing a lot of strength not to rip his fucking hair out as you hold on to him, fearing to lose control completely.
"God, oh god!", you pant.
"God probably doesn't approve of sluts like you.", Niall chuckles.
He looks up at you, licking his lips, cocking an eyebrow. "You wanna cum a third time?"
"Yes? But? Why are you so generous today, Ni?"
