Forgive me ♱

Every single time that desperate little question even forms on your lips, every time I see it lurking in those wide, pleading eyes of yours, I add more time. Tick, tock. Longer and longer, that sweet, aching pressure just builds. You think you’re close now? You have no idea how much further I can push you.

Good edge sluts — the ones who really get it — they don’t ask. They don’t beg with words. They keep themselves on the brink, teetering, panting, praying with every twitch and gasp that their Master will finally, mercifully, shove them over. They make themselves an offering, so wet and ready it’s impossible to ignore.

So keep that hand moving. Keep rubbing that poor, swollen clit of yours. Let me see it plumped up and glistening, a furious shade of pink, so exquisitely sensitive that every glide of your fingers sends you reeling. Go on, press a little harder. Make it ache just right.

Don’t forget to make some noise. Slap your pussy. I want to hear it. That wet, percussive thwack as your palm meets your drenched cunt. Make it quiver. Make it twitch. Let me hear the squelch as your juices fly. I want that sound echoing in the room, each slap a testament to how ready you are, how much you’re denying yourself for me. Let that pussy juice drip down your hand, coat your wrist. Show me how wet you are.

You never know. If I hear one more particularly desperate, wet slap… if I hear you gasp my name in just the right way, choked and broken as you ride that edge… maybe it’ll finally pique my interest enough. Maybe I’ll decide you’ve suffered beautifully enough for one night.

Then I’ll come over there, pin those trembling limbs of yours down, and claim you. I’ll drive into that tight, clenching cunt until you’re screaming, until your mind shatters, until that orgasm you’ve been holding back for so long finally rips you apart, flooding you completely.

Can I cum?

🤝🏻

Hard kissing while he clumsily attempts to remove his trousers and underwear, revealing how hard he his from finally deciding to let you play with him.

“Touch me anywhere, I don’t care” he breathes into your kiss. It almost makes you laugh how hard and achy he is from just kissing and groping. Like a teenager having sex for the first time.

“Forgive me” he whispers to himself before you kneel down in front of him, guiding his hard cock into your mouth. You grab his hands, in one of them a rosary, and lead them to your head. He quickly gets the hang of how to fuck your mouth, and he doesn’t hold back, harshly pushing and pulling his cock in and out of you.

“Oh God, something’s happening” he moans.

His hands grab onto your hair, making it easier to move your head. “Where do I- fuck- where do I do it?”, before he decides where to cum you feel his load filling your mouth. He holds his breath for a moment, his body twitching, pushing his cock further into your mouth.