Don't Call Me Cute

Part 3

"Ugh!" His breath hitched, his eyes shut tight. You loved it; watching him squirm under your touch, and the complete power this awarded you. Lazily, you began pumping him. He felt so damn good within your grip and under your control.

"Hot?" You asked, wide eyed and innocent as your hand continued on.

"Fuck, yes." He huffed, before bringing the back of his hand to his mouth to stifle a moan.

"Mmm.." You moaned, pumping him with a little more purpose, the feel of him within your grasp whetting your sexual appetite. Your free hand tugged his briefs down just a little more.

"Sexy?" You probed, your thumb rubbing over his tip.

"S-so sexy." He whimpered.

That word had more power over you than the last. You lost yourself - your usual demure demeanour a forgotten memory. You were entirely overcome with raw sexual power and you were loving every second of it.

You placed your tongue on his tip and, with no regard for grace or composure, proceeded to swirl it around, your eyes never leaving his. Your hand fell into a smooth rhythm and he moaned,

"God....baby! "

Watching his body contort in response to the pure sexual joy you seemed to provide made your heart race, you were elated. Quickly, you wrapped your lips around his tip, humming a

"Uh-Uh." in an attempt to enforce your not-so-strict no speaking rule.

Your deep vibrations had quite the opposite effect however, he let out a hoarse,

"Fuck!" his hips jerking up in response.

God yes - just like that, you thought, surrender to me babe.

His hands; the ones that had done so well at resisting you until now, promptly gripped your shoulders. His fingertips dug in as his grasp tightened. He was not letting go of you anytime soon - and this time, you didn't want him to - the sudden moan that escaped you making it apparent how desperate for his touch you were.

Hungry and craving his taste – you took him fully into your mouth, your hands gripping his tensing thighs. You let your head drop, taking in as much of him as your small mouth could fit.

"Fuck!" He groaned, pushing up into you, his hands moving to your hair.

You did this a few times more – his moans becoming raspier with each deep, hard suck. His grip on your hair tightened, he guided your head until you were lapping up every inch of him.

"Shit baby." He whined, eyes shut tight.

Without warning and much to your displeasure, he pulled your head back, his hands cupping the sides of your face. Your open mouth glistened with the combination of his pre-cum and your saliva as his clouded eyes studied you. You must have looked a mess, but you had no energy to consider that, paralysed by the sexual stupor you were in. What could possibly make him want to stop?

"I need you." He huffed, almost out of breath, eyes pleading with you once again. "Sit on me..." he whined, half a question half a statement.

What a proposal.

You let a soft, "Fuck" escape you, how could anyone refuse that. You wanted nothing more than the feel of him under and in you.

Mouth agape and cheeks flushed, you pulled his briefs off entirely. You felt yourself become wetter at the thought of him and impulsively let out,