HIS DOLL

I leaned in close, whispering in her ear, “I need you to stop moving. Every time you move, I’ll spank you.” She only nodded, her body softening under my hold. The subtle tension in her muscles told me everything—I knew she didn’t want to be spanked.

I let her go, but this time, I pressed my knee against her c**t, teasing her just enough to hear the sharp inhale she couldn’t control. It made me smirk. She was already so sensitive, her body pulsing with arousal.

“You like that?” I taunted, moving my knee in slow, deliberate circles against her. “You like feeling my knee against your p***y, don’t you?” Her reaction was better than I expected. A breathy moan escaped her lips, and I slid my hand beneath her hips, guiding her to move.

“Come on, move your hips. I want to feel you grind against me,” I murmured, watching as her eyes fluttered with a mix of surprise and desire. She’d never done this before—I could tell—but she was eager, desperate to follow my lead.

Her breathing grew heavier as she began to lift her hips, softly grinding against my knee. The sight of her—so vulnerable, yet so bold—sent a surge of heat through me. She was riding her way to her first orgasm, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

The way her hips moved, the way she bit her lip in pleasure—it was almost too much. My c**k throbbed, aching to be inside her, but I held back, watching her come undone just from this.

The moment she bit down on her lip, I nearly lost it. I was hanging by a thread, barely able to control myself, and the sight of her like this almost made me unravel.