"AAAAAAH—DON'T—!" she screamed, her body jerking, her thighs slamming together as she tried to escape the overwhelming sensation.
But I didn't stop. I rolled her clit between my fingers, applying just enough pressure to keep her right on the edge, her moans turning into desperate whimpers. "P-please—please—!" she begged, her hands clawing at the sheets, her body trembling with unfulfilled need.
"Not yet," I repeated, my voice firm and cruel. I released her clit, stepping back completely, leaving her panting, her pussy throbbing, her orgasm denied.
Marina collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving, her eyes burning with frustration and lust. "You bastard—" she growled, but there was no real anger in her voice—just desperation, just need.
I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. "You'll cum when I say you can cum," I whispered, my voice a dark promise. "And not a second sooner."
Her breath hitched, her body arching toward me, begging without words.
