Iain’s grip tightened just a little more on Sophie’s hips, knuckles whitening as he held himself just shy of plunging into her again. The way her slickness coated his cock, the heat pulsing from her soaking entrance—it tested every ounce of control he had left. Sophie’s eyes met his, pupils blown wide, lips parted with hunger. Her chest heaved beneath him, nipples hard and swollen from his earlier attention, her skin flushed and glistening.
“Please… Iain,” she whispered, her voice shaking with unrestrained desire. “I need you inside me. I need your cock to fill me again… please don’t make me wait.”
He traced the tip of his cock over her folds, teasing the hood of her clit with a slow drag that made her legs quake. He watched the reaction play across her face—eyelids fluttering, mouth dropping open in a breathless moan. Her hips jerked involuntarily, trying to force him in, but he pulled back with a wicked smirk.
“Not until you beg me properly,” he growled, leaning down to graze his teeth along the curve of her neck.
Sophie’s fingers clawed at the sheets. She spread her legs wider, raising her knees in a silent plea. “I want it, Iain. I want your cock inside me. I want to feel every inch. I want to be used. Fuck me… fill me… I need to cum on your cock, please!”
That was the moment he gave in. With one deep, hard thrust, he sank into her—slowly at first—stretching her open, inch by agonizing inch. The slick resistance of her pussy clenching around his girth made them both groan. She threw her head back, crying out his name as her body trembled beneath him.
He set a brutal pace, hips snapping forward, driving deep into her with each stroke. The wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, mixed with her breathy moans and his growls of pleasure. Her pussy clenched around him, sucking him in deeper, desperate to keep him inside.
Sophie’s fingers found her clit, rubbing in frantic circles while he fucked her into the mattress. Iain’s hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to kiss her roughly, tongue dominating hers as their pleasure built to a near-breaking point.
But he still wasn’t ready to let her fall over the edge. Just as she started to tighten around him, her moans rising higher—he stopped. Pulled out. Left her pulsing and gasping.
“Not yet,” he panted, eyes dark and wicked. “You’ll cum when I say so… and not a second before.”
She whimpered, legs trembling, body aching for release.
Sophie was still reeling from the cruel denial, her body shaking as Iain stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her with raw hunger in his eyes. Her inner thighs glistened with arousal, her nipples swollen and flushed, every inch of her body begging for satisfaction.
Iain raised the camera again, now recording, and pointed it toward her quivering form. “Put yourself in the position you want me to fuck you in next,” he said, voice low and commanding.
With trembling limbs, Sophie obeyed. She rolled onto her hands and knees, then dropped her chest low so her arse was arched high in the air, spreading herself wide. She reached back, one hand spreading her lips, the other slipping between her legs. Her fingers plunged into her soaked pussy with ease, two then three, fucking herself for the camera.
The sight made Iain’s cock twitch painfully. He stepped closer, filming her as she moaned his name, fingers pumping with wet, slick sounds.
“Wider,” he ordered, and she obeyed, adjusting her knees to open her even more. “Show me how much you want to be used.”
She added her thumb to her clit, rubbing fast as she finger-fucked herself harder. “I need your cock, Iain,” she gasped. “I want it so deep… I want to cum all over it.”
Iain dropped to his knees behind her, spreading her cheeks with his hands and spitting directly on her asshole before smearing it with his thumb. She moaned, pushing back toward him. He leaned in, flicking his tongue over the tight rim, making her jolt forward.
“Fuck—yes—” Sophie moaned.
But instead of giving her what she begged for, Iain stood and pressed the thick head of his cock against her dripping entrance once again. Not entering—just letting it throb there.
“You’re not cumming until I say,” he growled. “You’re mine now, Sophie. Every inch of you belongs to me.”
She whimpered, still rubbing herself, still aching, waiting for him to finally give her everything.
“Beg for it again,” he said.
Her voice cracked with need. “Please, Iain… fuck me… fill me… own me.”
He grinned, still holding back. “Soon, sweetheart. Very soon.” |
