He grabbed both my wrists in one hand and slammed them down above my head on the counter, leaning over me so his cock pressed right against my bare pussy through the sweatpants. 

  

  

   The fabric was soaked from me now, clinging to every ridge of him. 

  

  

   He rolled his hips slow, dragging that fat length up and down my slit, the head nudging my clit on every stroke.

  

  

   “You don’t get to come tonight, baby,” he rasped, his voice wrecked.

  

  

    “You’ve been a fucking tease for months. Shaking this ass in my face every chance you get. Wearing those little shorts with no panties underneath, bending over the couch when...