Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 223: She’s Running the Show [R18]

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

Baer sat on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but a suggestive grin, waiting to see what Opal would do next.

Sex on her terms, she had said...

Please... use and abuse me girl, he thought.

She undid her long braid and ran her fingers through it, letting her thick dark wavy hair fall across her shoulders and breasts, twirling one long strand around her finger and popping her opposite finger into her full lips, causing Baer to give a grunt of frustration.

"I hope you’re not planning to stand over there looking cute all night," his sexual frustration was rising.

"Take your hands off that," she nodded at his cock. "It’s mine. I don’t want you wasting it."

"I promise you; it can go far longer than you could ever manage it, little girl" he kept on doing what he was doing.

"I guess we’ll have to see about that, won’t we," she raised one perfectly arched eyebrow at him, sashaying over to the man.

Without warning, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him, her knees either side of his thighs, her hands on his shoulders, and she bent down to kiss him. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Her kiss was wild and passionate, hard with lust, her tongue hunting around in his mouth. He returned the kiss in kind, relieved to finally have her in his arms.

He pulled her body tight against his as their lips smashed together hard, each of them striving to take control of the kiss.

Baer’s hands were all over her now, exploring her body hungrily.

He squeezed her boobs roughly, rubbing her nipples with his calloused thumbs, then sliding his hands down her ribs and across to her ass cheeks, where he kneaded her flesh, hard enough to leave marks.

She pulled back from the kiss.

"Hey! I’m not a loaf of bread you know, baker boy, take it easy!"

He gave her a stinging smack on the ass, hard enough to draw a gasp of pain from her, and she knew it would leave a red hand print on her delicate behind.

Right! He was asking for it!

She put her fingers in her mouth and moistened them, then reached her hand down and gripped his cock, using her wet fingers to slide across it quickly, then rapidly sliding her hand up and down the length of his shaft over and over, until she had completely silenced him.

Baer dropped his hands back behind him on the bed to support himself, his head turned to the ceiling and his eyes closed, as he moaned softly.

"Fuck Opal, if you keep going like that I’ll come all over you," he warned her.

"Don’t even think about it lover boy," she stopped what she was doing and dropped his cock, leaving it forlorn and close to bursting.

Now he really groaned deeply with frustration.

"Don’t stop now," he pleaded, grabbing his own cock and trying to masturbate himself, but it just wasn’t nearly as good as her sweet ministrations.

"Where did you learn to touch a cock like that?" he asked her.

"Wouldn’t you like to know," she smiled slyly at him, pleased to have him on the back foot after that too hard smack on her ass.

She pushed him down onto the pillows, and he obliged her, lying backwards in the hope she’d pick up where she had left off.

She crawled up his body, starting her journey at his feet, her nipples drifting along his calves and over his knees, her fierce eyes never leaving his face, making sure he was watching her body, and that she had him just where she wanted him.

When she got to his cock, which couldn’t have looked more needy, she bent her face towards it, teasing him with a half-smile, would she or wouldn’t she?

She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his shaft, squeezing it gently, but refusing to give it that oh so special treatment again.

He reached down and moved her hand up and down on his cock, trying to encourage her to perform that hand job on him just a little bit more.

"Uh, uh, uh," she shook her head at him. "You have to be a really good boy to get any more of that."

"If you’re a good girl, I might stick that thing between your legs and shag you senseless," he growled at her.

"You’ll be doing that anyway, and it has absolutely no relation to whether I’m a good girl or not."

She dropped her head suddenly and took his cock in her lips, starting with one deep swallow, and then moving her lips slowly up the shaft to focus on his tip, where her tongue performed some type of magic that left him groaning once again.

She watched him through hooded eyes as his eyes closed and his hands tangled themselves in the sheets, his knuckles stretched and white as he tried to hold off from coming in her mouth.

"Opal," his voice was strained.

She laughed and dropped his cock, leaving it alone moments before she drew him to a climax.

"Fuck girl," he breathed shakily, "what are you, some kind of cock magician?"

He had been going to say whore, because she reminded him of a professional, but he thought better of it at the last minute.

"Something like that," she laughed. "As I said, if you’re a good boy, I’ll look after you."

"What does being a good boy entail?" his voice was low and gravelly.

"Just lie still for a bit and let me get a feel for this joystick," she said, as she moved her hips over his cock, nudging it at her entrance.

He watched her with lust-filled eyes as she straddled him, feasting his eyes on her gorgeous body from underneath her.

She started slowly, feeling his girth as she took in just his head. Then, when she had his measure, she dropped her body down onto his hips, taking all of him inside her in one long, sweeping motion.

He sucked in a happy breath.

Before he could start thrusting upwards in a rhythm he was dying to hit her with, she leant forwards, her breasts landing on his face, moving her pussy up and down the full length of his shaft, top to bottom, bottom to top, faster and faster, grinding her clit against him as she went.

He gulped hard, twisting his hands in the sheets again as he tried to think of his grandma, or anything that wasn’t this extremely hot chick who was about to make him come. Not when he had told her that he could go for far longer than she could take it...

"Opal... you’d better stop," he choked out. "If you keep going like that I’m definitely coming."

Her nipples bounced across his face, and he caught one in his mouth, sucking it hard until she pulled it from him, and it flew out of his mouth with a wet pop.

He grabbed the other one, which danced inches from his mouth as she drew herself along him, sucking on it instead.

This seemed to be a trigger for her, because she sped up and sat half upright on his hips, grinding gently but rapidly on top of him, as she dropped her head back, tangling her hand in her hair and letting out a little scream, her moans increasing in volume as she orgasmed.

It was hot as hell, and he found himself coming with her in a sudden climax that he couldn’t hold off any longer.

He gripped her hips as he pumped himself inside her with a heady rush of bliss, only wishing as he came that he could have held off for much, much longer.