made him jerk off before I rode him till he begged [FM] [edging] [masturbation] hard tease]

I was sprawled on the couch, skirt shoved up, blouse half-unbuttoned, buzzed from wine and horny as fuck. He stood close, jeans stretched tight, eyes begging for me. I smirked, legs spread just enough to mess with him. “Jeans off,” I said, voice low, taunting. He fumbled, nearly tripping, kicking them away, cock bulging in his boxers. **“Boxers too. Show me that dick.”**

He stripped, bare, cock throbbing, chest heaving. “Jerk off,” I growled, leaning back, fingers tugging my blouse open. “Slow, like you’re worshipping me.” His breath hitched, hand gripping his cock, stroking shaky, eyes locked on mine. “Fuck yes,” I purred, voice thick with lust. “Keep it slow, or I’ll leave you hanging.” He groaned, hand trembling, abs flexing, desperate to please. My phone buzzed—fuck it, I ignored it, too lost in his needy squirming.

I stood, wine making me sway, and stalked over, hips swaying. “Eyes on me,” I snapped. His gaze hit mine, wild, pupils blown. “Faster,” I ordered, lips brushing his ear, breath hot. He sped up, moaning, hips bucking. “Fucking love being my slut, don’t you?” I teased, biting his jaw. “Jerking that cock because I own it?” He nodded, frantic. “Say it,” I snarled, nails clawing his chest.

“Love it,” he choked, voice wrecked. “Love jerking for you.”

“Damn fucking right,” I smirked, ripping my blouse off, buttons flying, bra barely holding my tits. His hand faltered; I barked, “Don’t stop.” He whined, cock dripping, body shaking. “Stop,” I said, sharp. He froze, a desperate whimper spilling out, cock twitching, aching.

“Please,” he begged, voice breaking. “Need your pussy. Let me touch you.”

I laughed, low and wicked, kicking off my heels—one skidded away. I peeled off my skirt, bra next, standing in soaked panties. “Want this?” I teased, sliding them down, flashing my wet pussy. His eyes were feral. “Beg like you’re my bitch,” I said, stepping close, tits grazing his chest, my scent driving him wild.

“Please,” he groaned, raw. “Need to fuck you. I’m your slut.”

I shoved him onto the couch; he collapsed, panting. I straddled his thighs, pinning his wrists, my lips crashing against his. “You earned this,” I whispered, biting his lip hard. I grabbed his hand, forcing it to his cock, my fingers controlling, slow and cruel. “Jerk,” I hissed. He moaned, shaking, stroking under my grip, eyes pleading. I watched him writhe, his desperation fucking hot, then slapped his hand away and sank onto his cock, slow, so tight and burning.

“Fuck,” he gasped, head back, clawing the cushions. “Don’t move,” I snarled, grinding to make him whimper, nails raking his pecs. “Move, and I’m done.” He nodded, teeth gritted, breathing fucked. I rode him, deep, relentless, couch creaking. “Tell me how bad you need me,” I growled, squeezing his cock.

“Need your pussy so bad,” he panted, voice breaking. “Please, fuck me senseless.”

“Beg,” I said, slowing, teasing his tip, feeling him pulse.

“Please,” he whined, eyes glassy. “Fuck me, let me come, I’m your bitch.”

I kissed him, all tongue and teeth, riding hard, fast, couch shaking. His moans choked against my mouth, body trembling, still obeying. “You’re mine,” I growled, biting his neck, marking him. “Come. Now.”

He moaned as he came, cock pulsing, hands ripping cushions. I fucked him through it, slowing as he shook, a sweaty, trembling wreck. I flicked my hair backLucky, smirking at his glassy eyes, swollen lips. “Good slut,” I said, smacking his cheek, smug as fuck as he stared, ruined yet satisfied.