It had been two hours. Two fucking hours that she’d been teased with just the tip of his beautiful cock as he slipped it in and out, alternating between sliding it’s swollen head against her clit and then dipping in her aching pussy.
She’d tried in vain to push herself deeper but soon learnt that any steps by her to speed up his play resulted in even less of him in her.
Slowly he delivered on his whispered promises, just that little bit deeper every 50 strokes. But never enough. How could the fucker have such self control… She’d given up caring an hour before and just submitted to the relentless, delicious torment.
And then, without warning, he gave what she’d been begging for all day. He pushed himself deep inside her, buried his cock where it belonged, and she cried out in pleasure.
This was it, this is what she needed, thank God he’d finally given in.
‘You’re done for today’, he whispered. ‘Maybe you’ll get two tomorrow’, as he slowly slid out of her and pushed her back down into the bed.
‘No touching till then’