I am not really in the mood for you to “please me”. You see, I am not built like other men. Most guys would rather get a blowjob and fuck and call it a day.
Me? If you bring that mouth anywhere near my dick without you not having cum at least a few times, I am slapping your hand, face, and anything else in my reach.
I need. I say – I need – to make you cum a lot in order to be satisfied in my sexual experience.
Don’t go thinking that I am just this selfless caring lover who is just so nice and kindhearted that I just care about your experience, either. That would be naive.
No. This is about my ego.
I have to see you completely wiped-the-fuck-out from an on-pouring of orgasms that I delivered – Me – yeah, fucking Me – to You. Same reason I don’t bother with toys that much. I want to know it’s Me that created this havoc.
It’s about Me. Making you swarmed with total annihilation in lustful bliss.
So my method is simple. I eat your pussy, well. And by well, I mean, I swallow your clit into my mouth, suck it hard, keep my tongue flicking that pink bean and when I do it, and I maintain this movement until you cum for me. You will. It’s just a matter of time.
Don’t think that is the only thing I am doing, by the way. Simultaneously I am fingering your G spot like a champ hoping to bring two orgasms together in the very rare, perfectly-timed double-orgasm – one clitoral, one vaginal. If that happens, I am gonna high-five myself, do an air guitar motion, then dive back in.
So you came twice? And just think, we are just getting started. Remember that blowjob you wanted to “please me” with? I think you could probably give a fuck about that right about now as you shiver on your back, kick the bed, ball up your fists in the sheets, and shake like a leaf.
So next it’s fast and furious finger-fuck time. Squirting is the name of the game now. Me next to you – palm over your clit – two fingers inside you, practically lifting you off the ground and fast and hard and you gush like a fucking geyser.
Go ahead, count em. I know I am. That’s three. You see, I am a bit OCD. Odd numbers never sit well with me, so before I grace your insides with my cock I need to hit number four. So I do some quick soul-searching for an angle and I set forth a plan, and carry it out.
It comes in the form of another nice clit rub-down as I face fuck you with your head off the edge of the bed and as soon as I see those legs tremor like a California quake, I tell myself it’s “go time”, finally. Wet and warm will wrap around this hard dick soon enough now.
Deep and hard inside your beautiful soaking wet mess. You hit number five and I am emptying my seed inside you before I know it.
So. I am a selfish lover, you see.
My reward – is to myself. It is the vision of the woman I see after all this happens. She is curled up in a ball, often holding her throbbing pussy, repeating phrases like “oh fuck” and “oh shit” with no cohesive thought pattern. It’s a beautiful sight to see.
And it’s all because of me and my willpower. So don’t go and get all sensitive and shit and think I am Hugh Grant with a dominant gene. I’m a man. My ego needs to be fed.
So I feed it, with your disheveled, fuck-out state of mind that I just created.