Hearing the unholy noises slipping past her lips so effortlessly tells me that her teases over the phone earlier - during my meeting - were not empty threats. Pushing the door inwards ever so slightly, my eyes instantly drift to the pillow she’s straddling, following each of her erratic, inexperienced thrusts into the pillow below her by her naked hips.
“Mommy.. oh.. oh! Mommy please..” Her pretty soft whines hit me like music to my ears, making my breath hitch. “Please… please mommy.. just wanna- wan- wanna cum.. oh my god.. oh..”
Stepping closer to her, behind her, my pretty girl too lost in her own bliss to even acknowledge my presence, my hands find her bare waist. I feel her shiver under my touch, causing me to realise just how sensitive she really is.
“I know you do, sweetheart. You’ve been so needy all day, haven’t you, angel?” A low whine escapes her lips at my words and the sudden realisation that I’d caught her, and her back arches instinctively into my grounding touch. Her legs tremble around the pillow she’s pressed so desperately against, reminding me of just how close she is.
“Why doesn’t Mommy show you how to grind properly, gorgeous?” With both hands on her waist, I tug her backwards, pulling her hips away from the pillow, hearing her moan quietly as the pressure is removed from between her thighs. “Mommy- no- no please.. need… need to…”
“Oh but you’re so dumb, puppy. Your grinds are pathetic and weak. Let Mommy teach you, okay, doll?” Her whines fall to deaf ears, and pretty soon she realises her pathetic protests are useless as I take a seat on the edge of the bed, sliding her parted thighs over one of my own, her blown-out, glassy eyes meeting mine almost instantly, before her thighs clench around mine, and her eyes drift away.
“Don’t go shy on me now, baby. You were grinding against that pillow like a puppy in heat while I was gone. You can do that on my thigh for me, can’t you, love?” My hands on her hips slowly guide her forwards on my thigh, causing it to be coated in a slick layer of her wetness. My hands remain firm on her hips, pressing her down with the perfect amount of pressure I know her body needs. “Oh.. oh my.. god.. mommy.. please..”
“There we go, baby. You just keep grinding on me. That’s my pretty fucking girl. I know you can do it.” Listening to the noises of her soaked skin against my bare thigh turns me on even more than the helpless look on her face. “Isn’t that so much better than the pillow, slut?”
“Mhh.. mhm.. yea.. yeah.. oh- please.. can’t.. can’t take it..” Her incoherent whine cause a faint laugh to leave my lips before I smile at the sight of her hazy eyes. “Yeah? Is that right, baby? Oh.. Is it getting too much? Awh, you poor thing… you’re so pathetic, just look at the state of you. Ah- yeah, baby.. I don’t care if you can’t take it, angel - do you really think you deserve to cum after all that teasing today? What do you think, hm? I sure don’t.”
I relish in the way her back arches and her eyes roll to the back of her head, her pants growing shallower and more consistent with each rough grind of her hips. Hand trailing up her chest, my finger brushes each of her nipples once - my touch ever so soft - and I smirk as I feel them stiffen instinctively due to my touch.
“Ah- ahh.. mommy.. please..” Her string of sinful sounds continues slipping past her parted lips as my hand finds her neck, applying light pressure as my fingers wrap around the sensitive flesh there. It forces a strangled cry to be ripped from her throat.
“Shh, that’s my girl. Just take what I give you.” Letting out a rough noise as her pace slowly increases, I squeeze her throat, forcing her to meet my gaze. “How long does my baby think she can keep this up without cumming, hm?”
“Mhh.. oh- uh- I.. mhh.. I don’t… kn-know..” Her whimpers fill the air, along with the sound of sweaty skin colliding, her sensitive wetness pressed forcefully against my thigh, her pace relentless.
“Let’s find out then, darling.”
