MONICA
I slid down on the bed until I was straddling Tony fully, his cock lying thick and hard against his stomach. My breath hitched just from looking at it—it was so big, so hard, I could see the veins pulsing, begging for me.
Slowly, I lowered myself until my bare pussy pressed right against him. The heat of his shaft against my wetness made me shiver. I rocked my hips once, grinding my clit along the length of him, and a broken moan slipped out of me.
"Ohhh… Tony…"
He groaned, deep in his chest, his hands gripping my thighs tightly. "Fuck, Monica…"
That sound drove me insane. I started moving again, slower this time, letting the length of his cock drag against my folds. The head brushed right against my clit, making me gasp and roll my hips harder. My wetness coated him, glistening, making every stroke slippery, hotter, more addictive.
I leaned forward, planting my hands on his chest for balance, and started grinding harder. Up and down, back and forth, pressing my swollen clit against the thick ridge of his cock until sparks shot through me. His abs tensed beneath me every time I rocked down, and his jaw clenched like he was holding back.
The more I moved, the more desperate I became. My breasts bounced with every grind, my nipples hard, aching. I wanted him inside me so badly it hurt, but I didn't let him in. No—I wanted to use him, to ride him like this, to fuck myself on his cock without giving him that final step.
"God, you feel so good under me," I moaned, rolling my hips in circles, letting my pussy lips spread and slide against his shaft. I could feel the head nudging dangerously close to my entrance, but I denied it, pulling forward instead, dragging my clit along his length until my whole body trembled.
Tony's grip tightened, his fingers digging into my thighs. He was breathing hard now, groaning every time my wetness slid over him. "Monica… you're driving me fucking crazy."
I smirked down at him through my moans, biting my lip. "That's the point," I whispered breathlessly, grinding harder, faster, soaking him with every stroke.
The friction was intoxicating. My clit throbbed every time it rubbed against his cockhead, every drag sending me higher. My hips moved on their own now—wild, desperate, needy. His cock twitched beneath me, smearing precum against my folds, mixing with my wetness until it was a slippery mess between us.
I threw my head back, moaning loud, my body shaking as the waves of pleasure built higher and higher. Grinding him like this, using his cock like my personal toy, was making me lose my mind. I didn't care if I came without him inside me—I just wanted to ride, to grind, to ruin myself on him until I screamed.
Tony growled beneath me, his hips lifting slightly, meeting my grind. "Fuck, Monica… keep going. Fuck yourself on me. Don't stop."
His words only made me wetter, my clit throbbing as I ground down harder, faster, shameless, my moans filling the room.
I could feel myself getting close, the way my clit throbbed every time I dragged it against his cockhead, the way my folds spread around the thick shaft when I pressed down harder. But I wanted more—needed more.
With a shaky breath, I slid one hand down between my thighs. Tony's eyes widened as I used my fingers to pull myself open, parting my pussy lips so his cock slid right between them. The fat head pressed perfectly against my clit, his shaft nestled snug in the slick warmth of my folds.
"Fuckkk," I moaned, grinding down slow, dragging him right through the middle of me. My wetness smeared all over him, every stroke wet, hot, filthy. "Oh god, Tony—this feels… too fucking good."
He groaned, his head thrown back on the pillow, eyes squeezed shut. His cock twitched against me, veins pulsing under the mess I was making. "Monica… oh shit… you're soaking me. I'm gonna lose it if you keep doing that."
That only made me grind harder. I rocked back and forth, using my hand to keep myself spread open, making sure every inch of his cock rubbed directly against my dripping slit. The head caught on my clit each time I rolled forward, sending shocks of pleasure up my spine.
I leaned over him, my tits brushing his chest, my breath hot against his ear. "Cum for me, Tony. Cum just from me grinding on you… don't you dare hold it in."
His hands flew to my ass, squeezing it hard, pulling me down against him. I moaned louder, letting him guide my pace, grinding faster, wetter, more desperate. The sound of my pussy sliding along his cock filled the room, obscene and sloppy.
"Ohhh fuck—I can feel you throbbing," I gasped, my body shaking. "You're gonna cum for me, aren't you? While I ride you like this… while I fuck your cock with my pussy lips."
Tony cursed under his breath, his hips jerking up to meet me. "Shit, Monica—yes—fuck—I'm close—"
That was it—I started grinding wild, almost bouncing, my clit rubbing so hard on his cockhead I thought I'd die from it. My moans turned into screams, my whole body on fire. "Cum with me, Tony! Cum while I fucking grind you!"
He growled, his body tensing hard beneath me. The next second, his cock pulsed violently, hot spurts spilling across his stomach and smearing against my folds as I kept grinding. The heat of his release pushed me over the edge—I screamed his name, my pussy clenching hard around nothing, grinding through my orgasm until my juices mixed with his all over his cock.
I collapsed forward on his chest, still trembling, my hand slipping away from between my thighs. His cum was everywhere, hot and sticky between us, my slit still dragging slow against him as aftershocks rocked me.
Tony's hands stroked down my back, his voice rough, spent. "You… you just made me cum without even letting me inside."
I smirked against his skin, breathless, whispering, "And next time… I'll make you lose it even faster."
He smirked and hands slid higher from my hips, warm and firm, until they reached my breasts. My breath caught as his thumbs brushed over my nipples, teasing them into hardness. Then, without warning, he lifted his head and captured one in his mouth.
"Ohhh… Tony…" I gasped, grinding down harder against his cock as his tongue circled me, wet and hot. He sucked slowly, pulling my nipple between his lips, flicking it until my toes curled. My back arched instinctively, pressing more of myself into his mouth.
He didn't stop at one. He switched to the other, biting it gently, then soothing the sting with long, slow licks. My moans turned shameless, my hips rolling harder, wetter, my clit dragging deliciously against his shaft with every movement.
Then—fuck—he leaned up further, closing his mouth over both nipples at once, sucking them together. The shock of it made me cry out, loud and raw, my hands flying to his hair as the sensation shot straight between my legs. It was too much, too sharp, too perfect—I was trembling, grinding frantically like I couldn't control myself.
I felt the flood between my thighs, slick and needy. My body screamed for more, my fingers itched to slide down and stroke myself. I started to move, ready to ease the ache.
But Tony caught my wrist midair. His grip was tight, commanding. His dark eyes locked on mine, voice low, rough, full of something that made me melt.
"No," he said firmly. "As from today, you're not allowed to touch your pussy again."
My breath hitched. "W-what…?"
He pulled my other hand away too, pinning them both against his chest, still sucking on my nipples until I was whimpering, helpless. His words vibrated against my skin, sending shivers through me.
"You hear me, Monica?" he growled, licking across both stiff peaks, wetting them before sucking hard again. "This sweet pussy—" his hips lifted under me, pressing his cock against my folds, making me moan, "—belongs to me. Only I get to touch it. Only I get to make you cum."
The authority in his tone stole every thought from my head. I was dripping, grinding harder against him than before, but my hands stayed trapped, my body under his control.
"Say it," Tony demanded, his mouth still working my nipples, making my body shake. "Say this pussy is mine."
My voice broke into a moan, tears of pleasure gathering at the corner of my eyes. "It's yours, Tony… fuck—it's all yours…"
He smirked against my skin, sucking me harder, groaning deep in his throat as if he was feeding off my submission. My pussy throbbed painfully, aching to be touched, but his cock sliding against me and his mouth on my breasts was enough to keep me right on the edge—desperate, shaking, ruined by him.