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He sighed, coming over and grumbling, “I don’t like these games, Wednesday.”
“No?” She said, while she pulled his pants off. He was already semi-hard, and frankly, she hadn’t done anything but watch him and ask him to take off his underwear. “This says otherwise… besides I thought you wanted to help me with anything.”
“Shit,” Xavier said as his cock twitched and she grew closer and traced a pale finger up the underside of his cock. “Just fuck me already, damn it.” At her unimpressed stare, he added, “Please.”
“Please what?” Said Wednesday, waiting for his response.
His cock throbbed and he snapped, “Please, mistress.”
She tsked, and crossed her arms. “You always have such an attitude at the beginning, don’t you? I don’t know why, because we always end up in the same spots. You clinging to me, crying, while we fuck.”
Xavier didn’t say anything but Wednesday visibly saw him swallow. She propped her legs off the desk, and stood up. grabbing his hand, pulling him into the seat, Moving. she climbed on top of him, straddling, and gently lifted his face with her cold hand. Xavier’s eyes were wavering, trying their best to focus on her, but as she placed a palm on his chest, you could hear his heart hammering. Nothing yet but he was already so excited. Typical of him.
She pressed her lips to his and he welcomed it, pushing back into the kiss. It was slow and sensual, mouths sliding, tongues pressing, sucking. He groaned as she bit his lip, nibbling, and below, he attempted to grind against her, causing her to tsk. Parting, she licked away the string of saliva connecting the two, taking in his blushing red face and opened mouth as if he wasn’t done kissing her. As if he wanted to continue, or as if he didn’t know what to do with his mouth anymore.
“Can I touch you?” he whispered needily.
Wednesdays eyes narrowed and his cock twitched. “Pleas-please i mean… I .. can I please touch you, Wednesday?” She hummed and leaned back. his eyes slipped close as his hands began to wander. They gripped her thighs, running up, as she stared down at him with his mouth opened, eyes closed, waiting for her. When she didn’t do anything, he slowed down and opened his eyes, frowning. “What?” Asked Wednesday. lips close enough to kiss, but barely.
When he spoke, your lips brushed. “Why…aren’t you kissing me? Kiss me, please?” She waited. A frustrated expression passed his face and he said, “Please?”
Wednesday humored him with a kiss but did nothing more, much to Xaviers’ scowl. His tongue poked out, begging for entrance as his hands slid up her shirt. With an intense gaze, she reached down and traced the head of his cock, startling a gasp out of him. He hadn’t meant to pull his head back from the kiss and leaned back in, but she turned her cheek, earning another scowl. Ever since she learnt Xavier loved kissing, it had been a delight to tease him with it.
She reached over to the drawer and pulled out the bottle of lube. Xavier watched hungrily as she lathered it on her hand and turned back around to him. His eyes went from her hand to her face, lips pressed together. “Kiss,” he all but demanded.
Wednesday brought her lips closed to his and stopped. He snarled and lurched forward, but she backed away. He cursed, glaring at her.
“What’s wrong?” She asked bluntly as her hands began to jerk him off slowly. His glare crumbled and he groaned, head falling back on the chair with a thump, still handsy as he found her breasts, squeezing them. She hummed as his hips jerked when she twisted her wrist, admiring how beautiful he looked, cat ears slipping. He turned his face into his shoulder, muffling the moans she wanted to hear. Oh? If he couldn’t kiss her you couldn’t hear him?
Fine. Fair enough. She could work with this. She latched onto his exposed neck, speeding up her hand movement.
“Nngh!” Xavier moaned in surprise at the sudden attack. Her hand smoothly glided over the tip, fingers slipping around the underside. Slow, too slow. She was going too slow. He writhed and squirmed under her, pants escaping his mouth, brows pinching together. He was completely hard and throbbing, mind growing hazy as he thrusted into her light grip. Precum leaking. “Mmmh, more. Please.”
“so greedy,” she teased, leaning in and breathing in his scent. “What am I supposed to do with you?”
“Just fuck me—hahh.” He whined as she licked a strip up his neck to his ear, nipping it. Her hand had stopped slicking up his cock, instead, her fingers rubbed and swirled at his tip, causing him to whimper.
“Come on,” she whispered into his ear, voice darker than usual. so much, he couldn’t help but twitch and thrust, threatening to throw her off. “Show me you know how to behave. Hm? Don’t you want to be good for me?”
Xavier huffed. “I—fuck!”
She pinched his tip, just hard enough for him to cry out. He didn’t know whether he wanted to chase after her touch or retreat away from it. His mind was a mess, caught up in her scent, her touch, her words, her voice. He was hard as rock and he didn’t know what he wanted except one thing. All he wanted was her. Everything was her.
Capturing his lips in hers, she sucked and bit, devouring him. Xavier didn’t know what to do but surrender. Whimpers and whines spilled out of his mouth, gasping, hands tightening around her waist, nails digging in. He’s rocking into her touch. Anything. Anything, please. He needed to cum so badly. “Ngh, mmph. Cum. I wanna—”
Wednesday pulled back and began to jerk him off earnestly. He moaned, gasping and tossing, mouth open with drool leaking out. He didn’t know what to do. Where to put his hand. What to look at. What to say. The slick sounds of her hands on his cock was making him lose his mind, and with her looking from above, he was gonna lose it.
“I’m close!” Xavier whined. “Close, close. I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum!”
She watched, waiting as you roughly twisted and teased, Xavier stuttering and heaving. Then she stopped, just as he was about to cum, she clamped down tightly, forcing a dry orgasm out of him. Xavier practically keened, clutching onto her for dear life, floundering and confused. His cock was twitching and red as she let go. He held onto her, head on your shoulder, gasping.
She pushed him back so he was looking at you, not a lick of sympathy on her pale face. Xavier was close to tears, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, face flushed. He managed to gasp out, “Why? Why’d you stop?”
“You know why,” she said, taking his cock back in your hand and earning a sharp inhale. She was stroking him again and all he could do was cry and hold on. Wednesday set a fast pace, bringing him closer to orgasm in minutes. He couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure and the pain, the sound of her jerking him off, the feeling of her pressed up against him.
“Close,” he moaned like a whore. “Please, please, I wanna cum. Please, let me cum. Ahh, ah, please! Mistress!” He was crying at this point and Wednesday loved it. “I love when you cry.” She said softly.
A hand came up and flicked his nipple and he arched his back, groaning. He was going to cum. He was going to cum so much.. and so hard…all over her hand and—fuckfuckfuckfuck.
“Cum—Noooo!”
She halted his orgasm again, hand gripping the base of his cock. Tears leaked out of his eyes as he turned his head from side to side, sobbing. His breaths were laboured and he couldn’t think, couldn’t talk. His cock was so hard it hurt and he couldn’t even fucking cum! She was so cruel!
“But—but I said…I said mistress,” he cried.
“You did,” she acknowledged. “Too bad your mistress is cruel.”
And with that, she took his cock back in your hand again, leaving a dark hickey on his neck. Before pulling back and whispering; “you told me you wanted to help me..You’d do anything for me.. do you really not have as much strength in you as I thought?” Xavier shook his head and whined. He knew by the end of this, he wouldn’t even be able to function. He’d lose all sense of control and there was nothing, nobody he would love more than Wednesday Addams.