body’s instincts to jump out and save his internal organs from cooking, but with Abi leaning against him a new heat began to take over. “You missed dinner.”
“Yeah. Didn’t have much of an appetite.” Her mind turned back to the conversation with Yo Neg. She hated the fucker got under her skin. There’d never been one man who had what it takes to make an impression with her. Now she had two that were totally fucking with her head. This new weakness pissed her off. There was no room for distractions right now. Not with her career on the verge of taking off. Big things were coming, and she’d be damned if something stood in her way, let alone two somethings with egos the size of theirs. Dick was dick. It’d always been the only use for men in her life, and she wasn’t going to go start changing shit now.
“Lay back.” He pulled her all the way against him, ignoring her hesitance. He leaned over and kissed the side of her neck, licking a path to her earlobe. He sucked it into his mouth, his hand grazing down her chest to her tit. Before he’d gotten his other hand between her legs, Abi felt the bulge pressing against her ass. When she’d escaped to her room, the last thing she’d had on her mind was sex. Now, it seemed to be a priority. Whether from the promises she knew he could deliver or the bath’s relaxing capabilities, Abi arched against him eagerly. Instead of rushing to the goal, Tonka took his time getting her built up to the point she was rocking against his hand in attempts to get his hand where she needed it most.
“Touch me,” she said on a breath.
“I am.” His voice was low and steady, more patient than she wanted.
“No. I want more. Put your fingers in me.” Abi ground her ass against his cock, sliding it up and down the crack of her ass with enough friction he groaned. Ahh…his restrain could only go so far, and he was no match for her. “Show me where you want your cock.” As planned, Tonka slid two digits in her cunt, pressing through the tight passage until his knuckles bumped her pussy lips.
“Yes. Now fuck me how you want me to ride your dick.” She arched her back and pushed against his hand to get him where she needed him most. As he worked his fingers in and out, she tightened and released her muscles around him.
“Hands over your head. Lace your fingers around the back of my neck. Now.” She normally wasn’t one to take orders so casually, but she wanted this. Needed this. Her little compliance would come with a cost of course, but he didn’t need to know that until she was ready to take back the control she’d given so freely. Manipulation was one of her many attributes, and she was damn good at it.
Abi raised her hands and laced them behind his neck, her breasts pushed out and on display. Tonka kept his eyes on them as they raised and fell with each breath making his dick painfully engorged. He moved his free hand down to stroke her clit, moving in circles and increasing speed. The higher her arousal became, the tighter her cunt walls gripped his fingers, the more her body thrashed in the water. Her hands pulled loose in the process, lowering. Tonka held his hands still, refusing to work her pussy to orgasm. “Keep your hands over your head, Abi. Don’t move them again.” There wasn’t any hesitation in her motions. Both hands locked firmly around his neck again, holding tight. Her eyes were heavily hooded, her sweet lips parted. She knew it was wrong, but couldn’t fight it. She’d wanted this for so long, yet was always too afraid to ever let any man dictate her, ever.
Tonka glanced up and grinned at the man standing in the doorway watching the show. He knew there was no way Yo Neg could resist following him up, which is why he’d planted the idea before he’d dipped from the party early. He’d seen the two talking and by the look on Abi’s face when she’d none so eloquently stormed out of the room, Yo Neg was getting to her. It’d taken the
“Yeah. Didn’t have much of an appetite.” Her mind turned back to the conversation with Yo Neg. She hated the fucker got under her skin. There’d never been one man who had what it takes to make an impression with her. Now she had two that were totally fucking with her head. This new weakness pissed her off. There was no room for distractions right now. Not with her career on the verge of taking off. Big things were coming, and she’d be damned if something stood in her way, let alone two somethings with egos the size of theirs. Dick was dick. It’d always been the only use for men in her life, and she wasn’t going to go start changing shit now.
“Lay back.” He pulled her all the way against him, ignoring her hesitance. He leaned over and kissed the side of her neck, licking a path to her earlobe. He sucked it into his mouth, his hand grazing down her chest to her tit. Before he’d gotten his other hand between her legs, Abi felt the bulge pressing against her ass. When she’d escaped to her room, the last thing she’d had on her mind was sex. Now, it seemed to be a priority. Whether from the promises she knew he could deliver or the bath’s relaxing capabilities, Abi arched against him eagerly. Instead of rushing to the goal, Tonka took his time getting her built up to the point she was rocking against his hand in attempts to get his hand where she needed it most.
“Touch me,” she said on a breath.
“I am.” His voice was low and steady, more patient than she wanted.
“No. I want more. Put your fingers in me.” Abi ground her ass against his cock, sliding it up and down the crack of her ass with enough friction he groaned. Ahh…his restrain could only go so far, and he was no match for her. “Show me where you want your cock.” As planned, Tonka slid two digits in her cunt, pressing through the tight passage until his knuckles bumped her pussy lips.
“Yes. Now fuck me how you want me to ride your dick.” She arched her back and pushed against his hand to get him where she needed him most. As he worked his fingers in and out, she tightened and released her muscles around him.
“Hands over your head. Lace your fingers around the back of my neck. Now.” She normally wasn’t one to take orders so casually, but she wanted this. Needed this. Her little compliance would come with a cost of course, but he didn’t need to know that until she was ready to take back the control she’d given so freely. Manipulation was one of her many attributes, and she was damn good at it.
Abi raised her hands and laced them behind his neck, her breasts pushed out and on display. Tonka kept his eyes on them as they raised and fell with each breath making his dick painfully engorged. He moved his free hand down to stroke her clit, moving in circles and increasing speed. The higher her arousal became, the tighter her cunt walls gripped his fingers, the more her body thrashed in the water. Her hands pulled loose in the process, lowering. Tonka held his hands still, refusing to work her pussy to orgasm. “Keep your hands over your head, Abi. Don’t move them again.” There wasn’t any hesitation in her motions. Both hands locked firmly around his neck again, holding tight. Her eyes were heavily hooded, her sweet lips parted. She knew it was wrong, but couldn’t fight it. She’d wanted this for so long, yet was always too afraid to ever let any man dictate her, ever.
Tonka glanced up and grinned at the man standing in the doorway watching the show. He knew there was no way Yo Neg could resist following him up, which is why he’d planted the idea before he’d dipped from the party early. He’d seen the two talking and by the look on Abi’s face when she’d none so eloquently stormed out of the room, Yo Neg was getting to her. It’d taken the
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