She'd play anything right now if you tell her to.

“Obviously,” George finally answers, allowing herself a cocky half-smile. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to fuck you? I’m so TIRED of waiting for you to get off your ass and-” You cut her off by swiftly moving back to her crotch, and George lets out a small shout when you waste no time finding her clit. She bites her full, red lips hard while she tries to keep herself from getting too loud even while you swirl around her clit torturously.

She doesn’t want to without your permission.

“God, I love that mouth!” you tell her while she bucks down against your hand eagerly. “Not just for how much I’ve imagined ramming my cock down your throat, though. I used to get so angry when you’d tease me and I couldn’t do anything about it, but even thinking about how husky and sensual you sounded when you insulted me would get me so hard. You knew that, though. Knew how much pressure you could get away with putting on me. Didn’t you?”

“Yes!” she breathes out. “I just … I figured you wouldn’t break, so I had to make you! Do you know how pissed I’d be every time we were alone and you wouldn’t fuck me? Jesus, please, don’t stop!”

“It’d be fair.” She nods weakly, but you only slow instead of stopping entirely. She catches her breath as you tease her now, able to open her eyes again and look back at you. “It’d be fair for me to just leave, right now.”

“Nooooo …” she begs weakly, and your cock jumps at the blatant exposure of how much she doesn’t just want, but needs this.

“Are you telling me what to do?” She shakes her head before you even finish the sentence. “Good. Do you know why I couldn’t fuck you, George? Because there’s something wrong with my dick. If I used it on someone else, it’d hurt them. Maybe even kill them. Now, maybe they’d even enjoy it, but I always felt too bad about what could happen to someone to use it any way but alone. Do you know what changed?”

“No.” Her breathing is getting harder again as you pick up speed, building her up cruelly with your fingers. Her eyes are wide, but curious and filled with excitement.

“Neither do I. Do you still want to fuck me?” you taunt her.

“Jaaaaames!” she moans, arching her back and forced to close her eyes as you feel her clit throbbing beneath your fingers. “Yeeesssssssss! I need it!” Her lips close shut tightly for a second before a muffled shriek ripples past them, and you feel her squirting into her panties as you make her cum. You move faster and kiss her while she does, and her mouth presses aggressively to yours, ravenous to make any contact she can with you. Her hips ride your palm as your fingers keep her gushing all over her thighs and groaning into your mouth, and you tug her up to meet you by moving your hand to the back of her neck instead of the front. You don’t know how long the two of you stay like that, just that when you finally back off, her chest is heaving trying to catch her breath and you know she’ll do whatever you want.