From Bully To Beloved

By this point, I’m so hard inside of her I can’t think. Watching her detail my dick on paper while I’m stiff, buried deep inside of her, her pussy dripping with need, is one of the most erotic moments I’ve ever experienced.

I let my finger linger on her clit, now and then resuming my teasing, bringing her to the edge, feeling her pussy clench around me each time I brush across her swollen bud. She’s fucking drenched. I want her orgasm to build at a slow speed. At a painful speed. When I pinch her sensitive clit, her back arches and a sexy moan is released from her parted lips. I know it’s taking everything in her not to start moving her hips, not to start riding me. But it doesn’t stop the delicious long moans coming from her lips. Her eyes are glued to the canvas.

“Cal…it’s…torture,” she whispers in a raspy tone.

She’s on the edge, trying her best not to move, not to come all over my cock. “Please, Cal…please…I need to come…I need you,” she begs.

“Hush. I’m going to edge you to the brink until you’re done.”

She breathes out in protest, her desperate pussy aching, but she continues her work on the canvas, now adding more detail to my legs.

“Finish the drawing, and I promise we’ll fuck. Long and hard. Then I’ll let you come.”

She clenches that sweet pussy around my cock, answering me.

Three minutes later, Sera drops the pencil. “Done.”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

On the canvas, I look at a perfect replica of myself. Fuck me. What a talent. “Jesus Christ, Sera.”

“The shadow…right?” She breathes heavily, pride in her words.

I nod. “That too. The detail. Everything, really.”

I turn her on my wet lap so she’s facing me, my cock still deeply immersed in her.

Softly, I kiss her lips. “And now for your reward.”

“Thank goodness. I need the reward.” Sera grins when I release her. She reaches for the hem of her tank top to yank it off. “Oh, shit,” she says, her hem patchy from her black fingers.

“Don’t touch anything,” I warn, my palms curling around her hem.

“Let me run to the bathroom to wash my hands.”

“No. Later. Let me take it off for you.” I yank her tank over her shoulder and toss it somewhere behind us. “You’re sofilthy.”

Sera is straddling my waist, smiling and holding her dirty little hands away.

I slide my hand up her back and pull her down into a kiss. Her mouth is as hungry as mine. Her tongue juts past my lips, and a muffled moan escapes her.

“Be a good dirty girl and ride me until you come,” I order.

“That’s my reward?” She smiles, my teasing not lost on her.

“That’s your reward.”

Without hesitation, she raises her hips. I’ve never been this sensitive in my damn life. When she slides onto me, she takes her time. But I’ve got no patience for that right now. Grabbing her hips, the skirt still pooling around them, I yank her down while thrusting upward, burying myself in her with one swift movement. Sera gasps, her hands wanting to dig into my chest, but she remembers she can’t, and instead, flexes her fingers.

“That’s a good fucking girl. Yeah, take it. Take every inch.”

“Cal…ohhh…” She rocks her hips while I’m buried inside her, and it’s un-fucking-believable.

God, I fucking love her body. Watching her move above me, her hands not allowed to touch, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. She looks deliciously dirty. The way her teeth dig into her bottom lip, the way her tits bounce while she moves, the way her wet clit glistens, and the way my fingers look digging into her skin.

Good. I want her to see the marks and think of me. To see them and know she’s mine.

“Cal,” she gasps.

I thrust roughly. “Again. Say my name again.”