Chapter 62
by 
Yelawolf
You
Fuck her harder with all you got
The cock ring feels like a vise around you, keeping you on the edge of ecstasy, a promise of pleasure that seems just out of reach. Each time you feel your orgasm build, she slows her strokes, taunting you, making you crave more. Her eyes never leave yours, the intensity of her gaze like a physical **** pushing you further into submission. You can see the excitement in her eyes as she watches your struggle, her own pleasure feeding off your restraint.
Her hips begin to move in a hypnotic rhythm, grinding down on you as she rides. You can feel her pussy tighten around your cock, her muscles contracting as she gets closer to her peak. Your cock is sore from the relentless motion, but the taste of her drives you on.
You grip her ass. You try to slow her down, to savor the feeling of her warm, wet pussy around your cock. But she's relentless, pushing down harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the quiet room. The pressure in your balls is almost unbearable, but you hold on. You want to make this moment last.
Her eyes never leave yours, and you can see the challenge in them. She's enjoying the power play, the way she has you at her mercy. You can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside you, but you refuse to give in. You want to be the one to make her scream, to push her over the edge.
Her strokes become more deliberate, more precise, as if she's conducting an orchestra of pleasure. Your hips thrust up to meet her, the friction between you growing more intense with every movement. You can feel your orgasm building, a wave that's about to crash over you, but you fight it, digging your nails into the bed to keep yourself in check.
The room seems to spin as you struggle to maintain control. Her breaths are coming in ragged gasps, her body tightening around you. You can feel the muscles in her pussy clench and release, a sign that she's close.
You fell weakly against her bed as you lay there, panting, your cock still throbbing with need. Ashley's strokes had become a sweet ****, a dance that had you balancing on the precipice of pleasure and pain. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of satisfaction and hunger, watching you with an intensity that was almost scary. But it was the kind of scary that you craved. The kind that made you feel alive.
Her pussy moved in a slow, rhythmic pattern, the slickness of her juices making the cock ring slide smoothly along your shaft. You could feel the veins in your cock bulging with every stroke, begging for release. You bit your lip hard, tasting the metallic tang of blood, trying to keep your orgasm at bay. You didn't want this to end yet.
Her breathing had grown shallow and rapid, her chest heaving with every inhale. Her eyes narrowed, the smirk on her lips growing wider as she watched you squirm beneath her. Her palm press into your chest as her ass pick up the pace.
Her body like a pornstar's, riding yours with the finesse of a master. You can't help but admire the way her breasts bounce with every thrust, the way her stomach muscles tighten as she moves faster. The headboard of the bed bangs against the wall, the only sound other than your muffled groans and her breathy moans.
You feel the pressure in your balls rise, the need to cum building to a crescendo. You look up at her, your eyes pleading, but she just smiles, her strokes becoming even more precise. She's playing with you, using you for her own pleasure, and you love every second of it.
