She held him tight against the wall with one hand clamped on his throat and the other wrapped around his cock. Her hand slid slowly up and down his cock, jerking him off, getting him to the edge of orgasm until his thighs trembled and his breaths were short, quick gasps. “Do you want to come, or do you want to lick my boots?”

Her words finally penetrated the fog in his brain, and he swallowed and tried to think. “I want to lick your boots.”

She stepped back and he fell to his knees, catching himself with his hands. His tongue slid across her boot eagerly, frantically. The leather shined where his tongue touched it, his spit pooling and running down the side. He covered the toe of one boot with his tongue, then the other. He started back towards the first, eager to taste it again, when she grabbed his hair and hauled him back to his feet.

His back hit the wall as she put her forearm across his chest and leaned into it. Her other hand found his cock and started jerking him off again. She built him up slowly, deliberately dragging out the pleasure, making it last longer until he was whimpering and his hips jerked every time she slid her hand up and down his cock. “Do you want to come, or do you want to kiss my tits?”

He moaned in desire, then his hands were clamped on her ass and he was lifting her, spinning her around. She hit the wall with a thump and wrapped her legs around him as he held her up, his mouth feasting on the soft skin at the bottom of her breast. His mouth moved along it, alternating between soft kisses and quick, sharp bites. She gasped and jerked as he moved from breast to breast, then ran his tongue across her nipples, flicking them with his tongue, sucking on them with his lips. She leaned her head back and her eyelids fluttered until she grinned and patted him between the shoulders. “Okay, very nice, but put me down now.”

She uncurled her legs as he put her down. He leaned over her, eager and hungry, breathing hard and sweaty. She grabbed his cock again and led him back to the wall, jerking him off again. He was already so close it was almost nothing to get him to the point of orgasm, to have him standing on his tiptoes with his thighs burning and panting. “Do you want to come, or do you want to eat my pussy?”

He dropped to his knees and plowed into her, almost knocking her down as his face collided with her cunt. She let out an oomph but held onto his hair, spreading her legs, then throwing one over his shoulder. She ground her cunt against his tongue, fucking his face with her clit as he licked up and down. She felt her orgasm building and grabbed his head with both hands, smashing her cunt against his face, loving the sensation of standing over him while he was on his knees, giving her pleasure. She came with a long, shuddering moan and then dragged him to his feet again.

His cock was hard and dripping pre-cum from eating her out, of being on his knees as she stood above him and raped his face with her cunt. She trailed one finger along its length, then licked her lips and locked into his eyes. “So, last chance, do you want to come, or do you want to fuck me?”

He grabbed her hips and tossed her onto the bed, growling as he pushed her legs apart. She closed her eyes and groaned at the thought of them fucking, of how he would grind his teeth and force himself not to come while getting her off, of showering and going to bed with his balls full and aching. She’d offered him the choice, but knew he wouldn’t take it. Some choices just weren’t choices at all.

Preview: “I don’t want you to ever get used to it.”

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