There You Are, Ive Been Looking For You

My cock shuddered in her hand as I nearly bent double. Pleasure washed over me with every pump she provided. All the while she forced eye contact with me. I couldn’t look away for a second no matter how my cheeks heated.

“Need’ta, get back to-“

“Yeah?” She asked, eyes growing rounder, as if she were actually concerned with what I was saying.

“Need to what Clark? You know I’ll do whatever you want,” she promised this as her thumb swiped over my slit. I let out a keening moan like I’d been hit. She could barely hide the smirk trying to creep onto her face.

“Need- oh Gosh!”

So much precum oozed from my pathetic cock. I nearly felt like I’d came already from the sheer amount of it. The goo covered her fist and made my dark pubes glisten.

“Clark?” She simpered. Her voice did something to me. It seemed to make me weaker than any kryptonite. I was quite literally shaking.

“Look at you,” she tutted, and her hand sped up. I sucked in a breath.

“Something must be wrong, you can tell me what it is.”

She made this stroke extra slow. She went all the way down to the base of my heavy meat and squeezed my aching balls. Then, her small, pretty hand glided back up to the maroon tip.

“Oh ngggg,” I let out a lewd sound. I’d never heard such a pitiful noise in any human film I’d watched. The only thing that got close was those pornos I sometimes ashamedly watched as I stroked myself. However, I didn’t need those now. Not with her around. It was as if she anticipated my every need. Even now when I had this huge project to work on, she had sensed I needed to let off some steam.

“Clark,” she swooned in my ear. My chest heaved. She was still merciless on my cock.

“Darlin?” I barely managed the response, but I would never leave her without answer,

“You’re so easy,” she whispered in my ear. I shuddered all over and groaned deeply.

“Huh?” I begged.

“Simple, easy, pathetic. Most men wouldn’t fold like this just for a hand job.”

“Oh gosh, just feels s’so good, can’t h-help it!” He whined.

“I know pretty boy. That’s what makes you so damned easy,” she said in a syrupy sweet voice.

I bit my bottom lip. I was the man of steel but I was completely melting under her hand. My skin was bright pink and damp with sweat as I tried to hold back from busting pitiably all over her hand.

“I’m pretty?” I couldn’t help but ask. She laughed and I felt myself grow harder somehow. Maybe at another time I’d consider how her laughing at me had affected me.

“Of course you focus on that,” she tutted. “You like hearing that after a hard day?”

“Mmm,” I squirmed and gulped.

“Come on, pretty boy likes it doesn’t he? He likes being praised for being a good boy.”

“Oooooo,” I gasped desperately. “Please!”

“Please what Clark? Hmmm, call you pretty again?” She asked. A bead of precum spilled from my tip. She used it to tug me faster, and the sound was lewd and wet.

“Mmmmhmmm.”

All I could do was nod. My cheeks were blazing. It was so embarrassing to admit how I enjoyed this, how this was my true weakness.

“Goes out there and acts all strong and works so hard but just wants me to treat him like a pretty play thing. Just a toy for me to manipulate? You’re so good for me, letting me use this cock however I want.”

“M’gonna, oh gosh darling I’m gonna cum. Please may I? Please?” I babbled. The feeling was too good. My hands were white knuckling the sheets.

“Come on pretty boy,” She coaxed. She leaned around and captured my mouth just as I hit my peak. My load was coating her hand as she sucked on my tongue. She swallowed every gasp and whine as she worked me to completion.

“Th-thank you,” I said politely when my cock was done pulsing and spewing. She lifted her hand up to my mouth.

“You need some sustenance,” she teased. “Before going back to work.”

I timidly leaned forward and licked up my own semen. The whole while she did not let her eyes leave mine. I could feel blood rushing back to my dick, and I moaned.