Then her hand trails down, over my chest and stomach, stopping when her fingers brush the elastic band of my shorts.
“So, what about last night? Were you good or bad?”
I know she’s referring to her instructions not to masturbate, and I feel a sense of pride swell in my chest because I really did make it all night, and it wasn’t easy. After our texting and browsing through that spreadsheet, it was tempting. But I kept my hands off my dick.
“I was good,” I reply proudly.
Her eyes scrutinize my face. “Good.”
Suddenly, her hand drifts lower over my shorts until she’s rubbing her palm over my cock, making it jump behind the fabric. I suck in a breath as she strokes, making me hard in record time.
With her eyes on my face, she stops her stroking and reaches for the waistband. I’m frozen in place, silently begging her to touch me, as she reaches her hand into my shorts and wraps her warm fingers around my hard length.
“Oh fuck,” I mutter in a breath.
“Is this a good reward?” she whispers.
Fighting to keep my eyes open as she moves her hand over my now throbbing dick, I nod. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good boy,” she replies, and I never thought I’d like to hear those words so much, but I swear my legs almost give out under me. “What about this?”
I swear I’m seeing shit as she slowly lowers to her knees in front of me.
What is happening right now? Did I fall and hit my head? Am I hallucinating?
Staring up at me, she pulls my shorts down far enough that my cock pops out and points directly at her face. She looks at it, and I notice the way she pauses. Is she admiring my dick?
Then, I swear I see stars when she reaches her tongue out toward me, running the soft, wet surface from the base to the tip.
“Holy shit,” I growl, drawing the words out.
The next thing I know, her lips are open wide and she’s pulling my cock into her mouth. Suddenly, I’m painfully aware of how long it’s been since I came. This won’t take me long at all, but I wish I could savor it for a little longer because the vision of this woman, who I thought was so sweet and innocent, swallowing me down her throat like dick is her favorite meal is doing me in fast.
Her head is bobbing up and down, coating me in saliva, humming and moaning when I feel my balls start to clench and the head of my dick tighten.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I gasp, gripping the counter tightly. God, yes, I will be so fucking good for her if this is the reward I get every time. So fucking good.
Just as I’m about to lose it, she pops her mouth off my cock, a string of saliva hanging from her lips. I let out a pained gasp as I stare down at her. The orgasm eases off before it ever had a chance to start, and I gape down, waiting for her to put her mouth back on me.
Slowly, she brings her tongue back, letting it run the length of my cock. It’s not enough to make me come, but it still feels fucking good. Her soft lips press kisses around my shaft as I edge closer to the pleasure I was ready to dive into a second ago.
Then I feel her fingers brushing my balls, and I tense, a small yelp escaping my lips in surprise as she tugs on them gently. My body is buzzing with excitement when she finally lets me slide down her throat again—a delicate mixture of pleasure and pain.
“God, yes,” I groan. With her massaging my balls and sucking my cock, I’m definitely about to come. The climax is building, just within reach, and I close my eyes, ready to blow my load when the soft grip on my ball sac becomes a harsh tug.
“What the fuck,” I cry out, and the orgasm disappears again, a little faster this time.