I crawled into his lap and straddled him without letting him inside me yet. My slick folds brushed along his length as I settled, and he groaned, hips bucking slightly.
“Ah, ah,” I tsked, gripping his chin and forcing his eyes to mine. “You don’t move unless I say. You don’t come unless I tell you to. Got it?”
His pupils were blown wide. “Yes, Kitten. I swear.”
“Mmm. Good boy.”
I leaned down and kissed him—soft at first, then deeper, fiercer, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip and pulling. He moaned into my mouth, and I could feel his c**k jump between my folds.
When I pulled back, his eyes were shining.
“You’re going to make me come,” I whispered, grinding against him. “But you’re not going to come until I say.”
“Yes, Kitten,” he gasped. “Please. Use me. Let me make it up to you.
