Page 66 of Little Paper Games
To begin, I took his cock in my hand, stroking him up and down before focusing on the head. Twisting and squeezing him until his thighs were shaking. I held his gaze as I bounced up and down slowly on the dildo, my moans getting louder as he grew harder.
“I need to cum!” He finally gasped out, his whole body tensed and ready. I immediately removed my hands, still grinding on the dildo as he complained and whined. His cock twitched beautifully, as he was denied.
“This is fucking incredible,” I groaned, smiling widely as I reveled in how this power felt. I started again, my fingers teasing, drawing out those moans, those sounds from his lips.
I brought him to the edge again. Just as I saw his thighs trembling, I let go again, instead letting myself cum around the dildo, squirting on the floor.
“Christ, Kenna,” he gasped out harshly, barely holding on. His whole body poised and ready to cum. I didn’t even care about the name slip.
“Again,” I moaned out. This time bringing my mouth to the head of his cock. It was a deep red, beyond hard, and felt like silk against my tongue.
“I can’t! I can’t! Oh, God! I need to cum!” He begged. The begging was even better than the moans. I waited another fifteen seconds before releasing him and letting him gripe and complain and whine like crazy, his pre-cum dripping down his shaft.
I came again, bouncing and gyrating on the dildo until my head threw back with an even bigger orgasm. After a moment, I grabbed the small vibrator I’d brought over with me and turned it on. My mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, my tongue licking and flicking and swirling. I slipped the vibrating bullet beneath his balls and watched in delight as he bucked and moaned and begged me to cum.
“Not yet, baby,” I moaned, releasing him again and taking the vibrator away before tossing it to the side. I stood, straddling him and rubbing my wet pussy over his hard, and over-sensitized length.
“Hold out for me. Just one more. You can do it. I know you can,” I purred, kissing along his neck.
“I don’t know, Kenn—Professor, gah!” He flailed as I slid the head of his cock into my wet heat.
“Jude?” I asked, waiting for his focus again. “Fuck the professor.”
With that, I sank down on his hard cock, my nails digging into his shoulders as I found myself grinding down on his cock, my clit tingling with the urge to cum again. I rode him hard, my lips moving over him. He bucked up into every thrust, hitting every spot I needed him to.
“I’m going to cum, I’m going to—”
I sank down and remained perfectly still.
“Don’t you dare. Look at me, Mr. Lincoln. Eyes right here.” When his eyes met mine, I took a deep breath. He followed me perfectly, breathing with me. I felt his cock pulsate a little slower and I began to grind again, squeezing my muscles around him and milking his cock.
“Does that feel good?” I kissed up his neck and grazed my teeth over his earlobe as he gasped and arched beneath me. He nodded, his body already starting to tense for orgasm again.
I lifted up and sunk down on his cock again, finding a rhythm we both liked.
Faster.
Harder.
“Just a little bit longer, baby,” I urged.
“I don’t think I can hold off,” he ground out between gritted teeth.
“Yes, you can. Just a little longer. Hold it for me,” I all but begged. The power was heady and made me light-headed as my own orgasm built again.
“Kenna,” he whimpered. Fuck me. That whimper threw me over the edge. I arched hard and came around his cock.
“Cum!” I cried out as my orgasm crested. He roared his own beneath me. Both of us pulsating with each other.
My head rested against his shoulder as we both caught our breath.
“Remind me to disrespect Professor Clarke again someday. Just not today,” he chuckled. I nodded my head in agreement.
Chapter 20
JUDE
Ifound myself whistling while I flipped the pancakes on the griddle. I knew that Kenna loved brinner, and I’d had the thought to cook it for her to make her happy tonight. Honestly, anything to make her happy after last night. Whatever thought I’d had in my mind when I wrote ‘roleplay - professor/student’ on that tiny slip of paper, last night hadn’t been it. God in heaven, no. I wouldn’t have bet a single penny on Kenna being dominant. But damn, was she! Sign me up for Mistress Kenna, or Professor Clarke, or whatever any day of the damned week.
