Chapter 24

Crissy

I could tell he was getting frustrated, and I loved it. If he thought for one second he could deny me the way he did earlier and get away with it, he was sorely mistaken. I stood from his lap after teasing a kiss, watching his head travel toward me before I slid off his lap. He groaned with frustration, the anger evident behind his eyes. I bet it didn’t feel very good, getting a taste of his own medicine. But by the time I was done with him, he’d be thanking me.

Before begging for more.

I turned around so he could see my beautiful ass before my hands grasped the zipper. I slowly pulled it down, jiggling my ass a bit as I faked the zipper getting stuck just to add to his frustration.

I turned around as the zipper unhooked and peeled the corset from my body, exposing my breasts as his eyes roamed along my body. His hands were curling into his thighs as his cock raged behind his pants, and I smiled broadly at the wet spot growing on his trousers. Oh, the things I would make him feel by the time I was done with him.

I wanted him trembling by the time it was over.

I walked over toward him, and I turned back around. I lowered myself onto his lap, arching my back, and I dipped all the way back to him. I planted a small kiss on his nose, causing him to smirk before I started grinding my hips into him again. I swirled them around, making sure my waist flexed and relaxed. His hands ran up my arms, causing goosebumps to form as my ass cheeks rubbed against his cock.

I knew what he was trying to do, and I had to keep my cool.

He moved my hair away from my neck before he leaned in to kiss it. A small whimper peeled from between my lips, and I bit down on them before I started rolling my hips faster. His breath faltered against my skin, taken by surprise at the change of pace. His hands tried to slip around my body, tried to cup my tits when I’d specifically told him to keep his hands off.

So, I swatted them away before I started giggling.

“Such a bad, disobedient boy,” I said.

“Oh, I’m no boy. I can promise you that.” His voice was husky and deep with his desire. It shivered me to my core, causing juices to leak from between my legs, which his pants soaked up. I had to regain the upper hand somehow. I couldn’t let him get to me.

Not just yet.

I switched my strokes from circles to lines. I raked myself against his cock, massaging it above his pants with my aching pussy. I could hear him panting, and his hips thrust up into me as he groaned with approval. The sounds dripping from his lips puckered my nipples, sending the barbells almost standing on end as I threw my head back. He buried his face in my hair, sniffing deeply as I felt his body beginning to tremble. He was about to blow his load right there in his pants like a little teenaged boy, so I had a bit of mercy on him.

I pulled back just before he came in his pants, and the sigh that left his lips wasn’t what I was expecting.

He wasn’t relieved. He was frustrated. Upset. Angry, even.

I waited for his body to calm down before I turned myself around in his lap. I planted my heels on the floor and wrapped my arms around his neck, allowing his hands to dip to my waist. I danced my lips along his, pulling back whenever he tried to kiss me, and I could see the need boiling behind his eyes. He wanted to beg, to do anything he needed to in order to get his release.

Just like I did earlier.

Slowly, I started again. I fucked his clothed cock, feeling the tip of it rake over my clit. His jaw clenched as his eyes hooked onto mine, and his hands clamped down on my thighs as I dry-fucked him. His pants were dripping wet, and my pussy was throbbing for him. I could feel his cock trembling underneath my strokes, threatening to spill its load right here on the couch. Grant bit down on his lip, stifling his groans and gasps as I slid faster and faster up and down in his lap.

But the moment I knew he was about to explode, I stopped working his lap again.

“Fuck this,” Grant growled.

Before I could react, his hands grasped my hips. He turned me around as I slid from his lap, and I suddenly found myself spread across his legs. My ass was sticking up into the air, bare for him as his hand massaged my jiggling ass cheeks. My hands gripped the couch in anticipation, and everything inside me hoped he was going to do what I thought he was.

And the first crack against my ass told me he was.

I moaned at the harsh touch as he delivered swat after swat. My skin was burning like the fires of hell, pulling from within me a pleasure I didn’t know could exist. My legs trembled, and my pussy dripped onto the floor, pooling on the hardwood as I bit down into his leg. I moaned and cried out, wanting him to stop yet still craving more.

The crack of his palm against my ass was intoxicating, and by the time he was done, I was a shivering mess of come, spit, and tears in his lap.

I was breathing hard, my body limp in his lap as he gathered me in his arms. He picked me up and placed my knees on the cushions of the couch, wrapping his hand in my hair as his other hand ran softly over the red skin of my ass. I could feel my juices dripping down my skin as he marveled at his work. Then I heard the unbuckling of his belt buckle just before the head of his cock pressed against my pussy.

“You seem to have learned your lesson of orgasm denial well, Miss Marks. But it’s time for you to be reminded of who will always be in charge.”

He plunged into me, and my back arched in ecstasy. He set a furious pace, pounding into me as the couch lurched forward with every thrust. My tits pressed into the cushions, tugging at my barbells as his hand twisted hotly into my hair. My body was overwhelmed with the sensations, and for a split second, my vision tunneled.

His cock dove in and out of my pussy, soaking itself with my juices as the sloshing sounds hit my ears. His dick was throbbing against my walls, and his balls were smacking my legs. My pussy was clamping down on his cock, my orgasm building deep within my muscles, and he pressed me farther into the couch as his chest pressed into my back.

“What’s my name?” he asked.

“Mr. Jacobs,” I said.

“Who’s in charge?” he asked.

“You.”

“Who gives you what you want?”

“You,” I moaned.

“Who will always make sure you’re pleasured in every single way you could imagine?”

“You, Mr. Jacobs. You. You. You.”

My legs began to quiver as my vision tunneled again. The blood was rushing to my pelvis, and my heartbeat rang out in my ears. His hips stuttering as his teeth sank into the meat of my shoulder, and I turned my lips to kiss the side of his head. His cock plunged into me one last time as my body began to quiver. My pussy sucked him closer to me as my legs pulled taut, and I could feel his body vibrating with his orgasm.

His dick pumped me full of his cum as my pussy greedily devoured it, and by the time my body was done shaking and contracting, I collapsed onto the couch in a pile of sweat and debauchery.

Grant’s hands roamed over my body as my eyes fluttered closed. I couldn’t bear to keep them open anymore. My body was absolutely spent. I felt him trembling against me, the exhaustion from his pleasure ricocheting throughout his body. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t move.

All I could do was lay there and try to find some semblance of rest after he had destroyed my body.

The last thing I felt was my body being lifted into his arms, and I had no issues falling asleep against him. If there was anything I could feel with Grant, it was safety.

But I could honestly say I was disappointed when I woke up the next morning and found myself in my own bed instead of his.