Page 80 of A Follow-Through in Faking
“What would be more fun?” I manage to croak out, and she rewards me by giving my cock a firm palm through the fabric of my pants. Well, reward, punishment, it feels like both, considering how hard I have to fight against coming with every rub.
“Riding your cock,” she says and brings her mouth to my nipple to kiss it.
“I’m not going to last right now,” I admit, even though there is nothing I want more than what she’s describing.
“Yes, you are. You’re going to last because you want to make me come again, don’t you? Don’t you want to know what it would be like to feel my pussy clench around your cock as I shiver through my orgasm?”
“Yes, I want that.” Cata releases my cock, and I almost sigh in relief and whine in complaint at the same time.
“Then be my good boy and last long enough to make that happen,” she says, and I lift her off the ground, guiding her legs around my hips as I carry her to… well, I have no idea where the fuck I am, and I can’t see past Cata’s stunning breasts, so I’m going nowhere.
“There is a table to your left. My bag is underneath it, so we can get a condom from there, too.” It’s all the instructions I need.
I guide her to the table and place her down on it, but Cata isn’t having it. She wants to be in charge, and I’m more than happy to do as she tells me to.
She slides off the table again.
“Undress, Santi, then get on the table.” I drag down my pants, leaving us in only our underwear and her in her safety shorts. I see the imprint of her nipples with her piercings, making my mouth water.
“Can I take your bra off first?” I ask, stepping toward her, pulling her in by her hips.
Cata smiles as she lifts her arms, inviting me to drag her sports bra over her head. I bring my fingers to the band at the bottom of it, slowly dragging it upward and exposing her breasts to me.
I’ve fantasized about them more often than I care to admit, but I could never have predicted how perfect they are without any fabric covering them. The piercings going through her nipples have me damn near coming at the mere sight of them, and the shape of her full breasts, one slightly bigger than the other, has my hands twitching, begging me to cup them.
“You can touch me, Santi,” she says, reaching for my hands before placing them on her perfect tits.
A groan escapes me as I palm them, stepping into her to push my hard cock against her stomach in search of any sort of friction, no matter how dangerous that is. I drop my mouth to hers, but she leans back, arching herself into my touch.
“Put your mouth somewhere more useful,hermoso,” she instructs as she lifts her hands to her hair to take it out of its long braid.
I lean down, flicking my thumb over her piercing with anticipation licking up my spine. I watch her nipple harden with fascination before finally sucking it into my mouth.
“Fuck. That feels good.” Her moan has a wave of pleasure coursing through me, snapping the last bit of restraint I had left.
A sort of frenzy takes over as I keep kneading her breasts while I play with her nipple piercings. My hands work on shimmying down my underwear, then move on to drag her safety shorts and panties down.
I’m about to kiss her mouth again when she pushes me backward, the backs of my knees hitting the wood. I lift myself on it, positioning myself far enough in the middle to give her space to ride me.
“You look incredible sprawled out on the table like that,” Cata says, and I watch as she gets on the table too, her gloriously naked body crawling to where I am.
“Like a meal ready for you to devour?” I ask with a breathless laugh because watching Cata crawl to me, having her naked and about to sink down on my cock, has me as excited as it has me nervous.
“Yes, Santi, exactly like that,” Cata replies as she brings her hands to my thighs, a condom resting between her left index and middle fingers. “We have to be quick. People are waiting for us,” she reminds me, but there is no way I’ll last anyway.
Not when she dips her head down, keeping eye contact as she wraps her fingers around my dick and strokes it gently while her lips press against the head of it. Precum is leaking from my tip because of how turned on I am, but she licks me clean, then sucks on the tip for good measure. I whimper in a way I never have before, too sensitized to hold it back.
“Please put the condom on and get on top of me,cariño. Please,” I beg because I’m desperate to make her fall apart again, this time with her walls squeezing my cock to drag me over the edge with her.
“Hearing you beg may just be one of my favorite things in the world, Santi,” she says as she slides the condom down my length torturously slowly.
Catalina crawls up my body until she can put her mouth back on mine, and stars appear in my vision as she guides the head of my cock to her wet entrance. My whole body shakes, and I’d be embarrassed if I didn’t see the fire in her eyes from my reaction. Cata loves being in control, she loves that I’m so visibly affectedby her and everything she does, and I’d be a fool to do anything to take that away.
Especially because I love how much pleasure it brings her to top me, figuratively and literally.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” Cata says, sinking fully down on my cock.
“I’m gonna come,” I blurt out as my head falls backward. Feeling her wrapped around the length of me is too good.
