you watched as his pupils dilated, eyes full of need as he stared at your chest. you laughed, “eyes up here, baby.”

“yeah, yeah… i… please.” he suddenly begged. you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, the pure yearn in his voice and the lust in his eyes catching you of guard.

“i’m not a mind-reader, specify what you want.” you said back.

“please… let me touch them. please.”

you laughed at him, head falling back a bit. “where’d all your confidence go, baby?” you murmured back, winking. you flipped both of you over to end up straddling his hips.

your tits were still on display, and he began reaching for them. you grabbed his hands and pushed them near the headboard, unbuckling your belt.

you tied it around his wrists and watched as he struggled against it. “no! no, please!” he begged, inner corners of his eyebrows rising up.

“nuh-uh, chris, you can’t touch.”

you untied his jeans and pulled them down, tutting as his hips bucked into the air. you slowly stripped, starting with your shirt and shorts, leaving you only in your lacey thong. chris was on th verge of tears, almost whimpering in desperation.

you gently stroked his bulge before letting his cock spring free, you lined your entrance up and very slowly sunk down, almost torturing the poor boy.

you slid up and down his length, feeling every ridge on it, every vein. you watched as his eyes fluttered closed, and as he struggled with the restraints, wanting so badly to grab you.

he kept mostly quiet while sounds poured out of your mouth, each bounce giving a sharp ending to your moans.

you moved faster the closer you got, soon placing your hands on chris’ chest for the extra boost, who was now meeting your bounces with thrusts of his own.

“mm– ah– i… i’m so close.. i’m so–“ he began mumbling incoherently, his cock twitching inside your walls.

but you slowed down, eventually to a full stop. and he simply exhaled loudly, very frustrated at you. he’d accept it the first time, but by the third he was on the point of losing his mind.

“please! please!” he begged when he felt you slow down once more as he neared his orgasm. “please, mommy. please, i’ll be a good boy, i swear! i’ll be such a good boy!” he sobbed, catching you by surprise.

“yeah? you’ll be a good boy for mommy?” you said in between moans, moving even faster when he nodded enthusiastically. “then cum. cum for mommy, you slut.”

a loud, pornographic whimper left his throat as he came, followed by more short sounds as you kept bouncing, each bounce followed by a noise.

you soon reached your own climax, riding out your high slowly. you stayed on top of him with his dick inside you for a long time, before you very slowly lifted yourself up, thighs twitching from the overstimulation of it.

you collapsed next to chris, and simply stared at him. “what?” he muttered, drained.

you smirked, “mommy?” chris’ hands when to his face, groaning in embarrassment. “stop!”

you simply laughed, learning you had a new kink and he would never live it down.