I Hate Your Confidence - Sex Stories

I Hate Your Confidence

... the bed. That is why I had to hold his legs on the place as I advanced further to attain the moans he was controlling.

I spread his legs apart and sat in between, playing with his skin and rejecting his twitching member. His length would quiver every time I would reach the edges of his shirt covering him, prompting me mischievous.

This continued, but he did not let out any drop of his moans even after slithering so much and it drove me greedy. My body was burning to hear him. I needed it like air to breathe.

That is why I finally decided to tease his cock.

I grasped his length with my left hand and proceeded to brush my palm against the tip of his member when I noticed the oozed-out pre-cum on it.

It drew a smile on my face and allowed me pleasure, but also made me wonder. How could he leak pre-cum just from the slight teasing?

"Are you a virgin?" I asked, which instantly got him to look at me. He denied, shaking his head, his eyes squinted.

"Why?" He included and to answer that, I pushed the tip of my index finger against his urethra, and began rubbing it in a circular motion, regarding him quickly coat his mouth with his palm and sink his head deeper into the bed.

"You're acting like one." I jeered, even though I knew he could not hear me, flooded by so much pleasure as I continued teasing the tip of his cock, until he was arching his back on the mattress.

I appreciated his will to not let any sound out. It drove me competitive and more aroused. ...

... "I don't think you like it." I teased as I removed my finger from his tip, executing my plan, and received his wide eyes as he appeased down a bit.

"What? Are you stopping?" I could see the disappointment clear on his burning face and I loved it. I knew he did not want me to stop and what he exactly wanted. It was just so much satisfying to tease him.

"Don't you wish?" I smirked and began rubbing my palm against his tip, receiving a satisfactory reaction.

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I gasped as if my soul had left my body. The subtle roughness of her palm brushing against the tip of my leaking cock was the final move that confirmed my sounds.

I started whimpering and slithering on the mattress, feeling her fasten her pace and grasp my cock in between from the tip. She'd slow her palm and then fasten it out of nowhere, turning me into a mess.

"There we go." She whispered, peering through my soul with bold serenity, her lips curled up. "Does it feel good?" Adding, she started tormenting my cock even more, making me arch my back and slither.

I could feel myself leaking and getting harder in her hand, the swelling around my cock rising as well. My dick was burning with pleasure, yet needed more. It wasn't enough.

"Agh, don't just tease me, do something," I growled, curling my toes and feeling the air in my lungs getting shorter.

Unexpectedly, she stopped, leaving me astounded, and gazed at me as she said. "You're still trying to be the wolf? Did you not realize who ...