I told him straight up I was a bratty little slut who deserved every inch of cock I wanted. The way he looked at me made my pussy twitch, already dripping through my panties. I spread my legs on the couch, pulled the thin lace aside, and said, “If you want this bratty hole, you better get your tongue deep in my cunt right now.”
He obeyed, greedy and eager, and the second I felt his tongue slide between my folds, I moaned so loud it echoed. I grabbed the back of his head, grinding my pussy down on his face like I owned him. The heat of his mouth, the pressure of his tongue fucking in and out of my soaked hole, made my thighs tremble. I gushed all over his lips, squirting, drenching him, but I didn’t let him move. I wanted more.
“Don’t stop,” I growled, slapping his cheek lightly. “Drink my cunt, daddy. Get every drop.” He groaned into me, sucking, licking, devouring. I yanked him up, spit dripping from my lips as I kissed him filthy. My taste was still wet on both our mouths.
Then I bent over the arm of the couch, wiggling my ass in his face. “Pound this bratty cunt,” I demanded. He shoved into me hard, stretching me until I screamed, my nails clawing the cushions. His cock slammed deep, each thrust making my pussy gush wetter, spraying around him.
When he finally pulled me tighter against him, emptying his load deep inside, I whimpered, “Good. I told you… I deserve every inch, every drop.”
The other night, at a wild party, I found myself in the bedroom with a guy who knew exactly what he wanted. He pushed me onto the bed, his hands roaming over my body, teasing and tantalizing. “Show me how much you want it, you little slut,” he commanded, his voice a low, dominant growl. I complied, my fingers hooking into the waistband of my thong, pulling it down slowly, revealing my wet, glistening pussy.
