His eyes, which had been poking my heart because of his bravery in them, were now just the right color.
They looked at me as if I was his God! Like I was the air he needed to breathe.
And it pleased me so much that I could easily feel satisfaction, but his lips, which were my favorite toy, did not allow me such pleasure.
They were uttering words that my heart disliked, my ego did not wish to hear and my brain wanted to discard.
I hated when he clearly read jealously on my face and even called it out, and I hated it even more when he still dared to stand over me.
Sitting like a whore before my eyes and yet he had the audacity to gaze right through my eyes.
He should have been begging me to forgive him. He should have been crying and hailing me to stop tormenting him, but he was relishing every bit of it.
Inevitably, I was going to change that look on his face. I was going to make his eyes redder.
He can not look at me like that, I don't allow it.
"Ride it!" I commanded and watched his stumbling body place the dildo on the ground, his hands helping his weight to sit on the cock, while his own cock hung in the air, rock hard.
"Mommy! It's too dry," he complained with cracks in his tone, his eyes reflecting the frustration his hole felt.
"So, soak your hole! What do you want me to do?" I commanded and watched his eyes waver before his hands nonchalantly advanced to his lips.
Gazing deeply into my eyes, he spat in his hand, prompting a smile on my face. He looked absolutely beautiful doing the disgusting deed.
That saliva was probably mixed with lube. It would make the dick slip like a snake into him, that's what he thought. But he wasn't aware of the size just yet. It just looked like he could take it and knowing the truth by myself was gushing my blood excitement.
The dirty scenarios of him about to break down were rushing inside my head like a runner in a marathon, my eyes watching him lube his hole with such sluttiness.
He was massaging his hole as if he had done that multiple. And he had. But at least he could show some decency.
As I wished, decency did fall from his fingers as they entered his hole, his eyes hiding themselves from me.
I assumed the bad boy behavior would end right there, while he was soaking his hole enough for the cock. And to my surprise, it did not. But he was about to realize the size.
"Can I ride it now? I'm wet enough." There was no hesitation in his words, not at all shame as usual.
As frustrated as I was feeling, I still hid it behind my composed eyes, allowing him to begin riding, waiting for his eyes to realize.
"Look at me!" I ordered, and instantly found him squeezing his eyes tighter at the size of the dick entering inside him.
He wanted to be a stud?
I was going to make him a stud. Only if he could take it.
Slow and steady, I watched the entire cock disappear into him, his lips pressing themselves together to seal any noise.
I could see how full he was, and how aroused he felt. His whole body denied moving an inch, just sitting there on the ground. He did not give me the eyes I was waiting for, but he did provide me the body.
"You wanted to ride it, right? Why are you wasting my time, then?" His eyes once again shrunken, his hands helping his weight to begin riding the cock.
Grunting as he pulled himself up, finally he began riding the cock at the gentlest speed possible.
"Is it too big for you?" I questioned and just a nod I received from him in response, his jaw clenching to hide the truth.
"You didn't expect it, did you?" I could not help but chuckle at him, trying his best to act like the thickness was just not ripping his hole apart.
"It's fine, mommy! I can take it." Biting onto his lips, he grunted, his burning face allowing me immense joy.
"Then ride it fast. You can, right?" I wanted to see him beg. I wanted to see him cry for mercy and at any cost, and I was going to get it.
"Yes, mommy!" His stuttering response left the trousers around my thighs irritating me. If I did not pleasure myself at that view, when will I?
It was alluring as the most delicious fruit, and enchanting as the most costly view.
His cracking whimpers grunts that he drew because he couldn't take the length, and gasps that he took once it filled him to the brim were soaking me wet.
Watching that continually weakening expression on his pretty face, my hands advanced to take off the pants of my body
"Do you like the view, baby boy?" He nodded as if his neck was stuck in between the strong grasp of someone's hands, his hips slowly pacing up on the dick.
After having removed my pants and my soaked panty along with it, I took my seat back on the bed and planted my foot on his shoulder, spreading my other leg for my fingers.
"That's not it. Ride it faster." He had been slow for longer than the void inside me allowed, shouting at me why I was letting him be sloppy.
"Don't let my leg fall from your shoulder," I added and began rubbing my clit with my fingers, relishing his mouth to break out the lustrous moans that he had been saving until now.
"Does it feel good?" I noticed his eyes following my fingers even when he nodded to my question and inserted them inside my wetness, just to see him exhale heavily and astounded.
