Yes, you last longer not trying to look like a beta in front of her

You grit your teeth and focus, willing your orgasm to hold off. You don't want to disappoint her. Her hand feels like heaven wrapped in velvet, and you know that once you cum, it'll be over. You want this moment to last, to show her that you can take whatever she has in store for you.

Her eyes bore into yours as she continues to stroke you, her thumb rubbing the sensitive area just under the head of your cock. Each movement sends a jolt of pleasure through you, but you fight back, determined to make her proud.

"Good," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "You're learning."

The room is silent except for the sound of her hand sliding along your shaft and the faint buzz of the air conditioner. You can feel the coolness of the metal on your balls, a reminder of the ring's presence. You focus on her eyes, the way they dance with mischief and lust.

"You want to cum, don't you?" she asks, her voice a siren's song. "You want to fill me up with your hot, sticky cum?"

Your body screams yes, but you manage to nod instead. She laughs, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Patience," she says, her grip tightening. "We're just getting started."

With that, she straddles you again, her wet pussy hovering over your face. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating, and you know you can't resist much longer. You open your mouth, eager to taste her once more, but she stops you with a firm hand.

"No," she says, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "Not yet."

Instead, she lowers herself down, guiding your cock to her entrance. You can feel the warmth of her, the wetness coating you as she slides down. Her pussy envelops you, and you moan, feeling like you're going to burst. But she's in control, moving up and down, using you for her own pleasure.

You reach up, cupping her breasts. Your crush is so beautiful. Her face shows a mix of pleasure and control, and you know that you're going to do whatever it takes to make her cum again. The way she's moving on you, it's like she's trying to break you, to push you to the very edge of what you can handle. But you're not going to give in—not yet. You want to make this last, to show her that you're not just some random guy who's going to blow his load at the first sign of a good time. You want her to remember this night for the rest of her life.

Her strokes become more erratic, her breathing more ragged. You can feel her pussy tightening around your cock, her inner walls pulsing as she gets closer and closer. You bite your bottom lip, trying to focus on anything but the overwhelming need to release. You can see the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, the way her eyes flutter closed.

You couldn't help but think this is just for show. This is apart of a twisted plan to break you down, to make you submit to her every whim. But as your eyes lock onto hers, you realize she's genuine, enjoying the power play but also genuinely lost in the moment. She moves her hips faster now, her breaths becoming more erratic. Her grip tightens around the base of your cock, her strokes growing more frantic. You're a part of this dance, her body moving in a silent symphony of desire, and you're the instrument playing her sweet tune.

You feel a bead of sweat trickle down your forehead, the tension in the room thick enough to slice with a knife. The only sounds are the wet slaps of your cock against her hand and the muffled cries escaping her mouth. Her eyes never leave yours, holding you captive in a gaze that speaks of lust and dominance. The stroking becomes a blur as you fight the urge to explode inside her.