Page 37 of Die For Me

Michael gazed at me while he slowly walked closer, putting his hand to the side of my neck. Goosebumps raised over my entire body, and my nipples harden. His touch distracted me so easily; did he even hear a word I said?

“Michael,” I whispered, leaning into his hand.

His hand suddenly gripped my hair, pulling my head back.

“Sir,” I corrected myself, instantly knowing my mistake.

He licked his lips and smiled. “Hana,” he whispered, before bringing his lips to the other side of my neck.

“Please, sir…we need to get ready for Emily to get here,” I said quietly, my eyes already closed as I basked in his gentle touch.

He ignored me and continued to graze his lips on my neck. My knees felt like they would buckle at any moment, and my pussy was already soaking. He knew as well as I did how easily he could seduce me.

“I’m going to make you come just by kissing your neck and pressing your body against mine,” he declared quietly into my ear, moving his hand from the back of my head down to my ass.

“Yes please, sir,” I moaned, pressing myself against him harder.

Feeling his erection against my stomach sent me into a frenzy as I quickly put my hands to his hair and tried to press into him, searching for any friction I could get.

Michael chuckled as he took my hands and put them behind me, easily locking them there with his grip. He shook his head at me. “So greedy, my sweet Hana. You need to learn patience.”

He put his lips to my neck again, his other hand slowly making its way up my shirt to graze my tits. I moaned as he pulled on my nipple, tugging hard before releasing it and letting his hand fall down to my ass again. He quickly slipped his fingers into my leggings, grabbing my ass cheek and squeezing hard. My pussy was drenched and desperately needing release.

“Please, sir. I need to come,” I whimpered as I quickly put my leg up and around him.

“You may grind against me here. But you’re not getting my cock right now. You need to earn it, Hana,” he ordered, holding onto my leg.

I felt like a horny teenager, desperate to get off in any way possible. Michael’s touch, his strong body against mine, and his words always seemed to get to me. I started to move my hips against him, almost feeling embarrassed at how much I neededto find release. Was this a new kink I was figuring out? Because as embarrassed as I felt, I was immensely turned on.

“That’s right, baby. Come just by fucking touching me,” he demanded eagerly, still grasping onto my leg.

I tried not to think about how ridiculous I must have looked dry humping Michael; all I could focus on was chasing my orgasm. I kept pushing my hips against him, grinding up and down and moaning loudly as my climax approached.

“May I please come, sir?” I cried out, just on the edge of release.

“Yes, baby. Come for me,” he growled out eagerly.

Just like that, the friction of my pussy against Michael’s body made me come, my pussy pressing against his jeans, desperately searching for more.

“What a good girl,” he said into my ear with a smile.

“Have I earned your cock, sir?” I asked desperately, needing to be filled.

Michael removed his lips from my neck and smiled down at me triumphantly. He finally released his hold of my hands and let my leg fall back down to the ground.

“Yes, baby. But you need to wait. I want you aching for my cock all day.”

Fuck. I had no idea how I was going to be able to make it through the day without having him inside me. But then I remembered who was showering upstairs. I smiled to myself as I looked up at the stairs, trying to decipher if this was a bad idea or not.

Michael somehow read my mind. “You’re staying down here. His cock wouldn’t satisfy you anyway, not like mine,” he huffed.

I squinted at him with welcomed irritation. He was already ordering me around, and I was letting him. This little teasing game was one I enjoyed, so I let him have it.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be able to go all day without coming inside me?” I cocked my head to the side, a smile creeping up my lips. “Teasing can go both ways, you know.”

Without thinking, I pulled off my shirt and pushed my leggings and thong to the floor. I sat on the couch and put my legs up and my feet to the edge, slowly moving my hands around my tits and my thighs. Michael narrowed his eyes at me, and I could see him breathing heavily. He slowly sat down on the arm chair beside the couch, watching me intently. I smiled at him before putting my hand to my pussy and feeling around at my wetness. Then I lifted my fingers to show him the juice drenching them. I was surprised that he was letting me go this far. I bit my lip as I put my hand back to my pussy, teasing around my clit, knowing I was close to an orgasm already. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Michael as he watched me, his eyes hardened and aroused.

“I know how much you like watching, sir. You know you’re a fucking pervert,” I moaned, wanting to rile him up.

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