**”Teasing Control”**

She had me on the edge for *hours*—literally. My girlfriend, Jenna, was fucking ruthless when it came to teasing me, and tonight was no exception.

We were alone in her bedroom, the soft yellow glow of her lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Jenna was curled up beside me, her bare feet brushing against my thigh as she scrolled through her phone, pretending like she wasn’t driving me insane. But I knew better. Every little touch, every flick of her toes against my leg was deliberate.

“You’re not gonna cum yet, right?” she murmured, glancing up at me with those big, innocent eyes.

I gritted my teeth. My cock was already straining against my boxers, twitching every time her soft soles grazed my skin. “No,” I lied. “I’m good.”

She smirked and stretched her legs out, pressing one foot against my crotch. I groaned as the warmth of her sole pressed down on my dick, her toes curling around the outline of it. “You sure?”

I hissed through my teeth. “Fuck, Jenna—”

“Uh-uh.” She shook her head, wiggling her toes against me. “No cumming. You promised.”

I had. Earlier, when I’d begged her to let me jerk off, she’d agreed—*only* if I didn’t come without permission. And now she was making me regret that deal.

Her foot slid down, her heel rubbing against the tip of my cock through my underwear. Pre-cum soaked the fabric, making it cling to my skin. I bucked my hips, desperate for more friction, but she pulled away.

“Nope,” she teased. “Hands behind your head.”

I obeyed, locking my fingers behind my skull as she straddled my thighs, her pink cotton panties inches from my face. The scent of her was overwhelming—sweet and musky, driving me wild.

Jenna reached down and tugged my boxers off, my cock springing free. It twitched, already leaking. She bit her lip, tracing the tip with her finger before smearing the wetness down my shaft.

“You’re such a mess,” she murmured, wrapping her hand around me. “Bet you wanna shove this right into my pussy, huh?”

I groaned. “*Yes.*”

She smirked and squeezed, her thumb swiping over my slit. “Too bad. You don’t get to come yet.”

Her grip tightened, and she started stroking me slow, too slow—just enough to keep me on the edge but never enough to push me over. I was panting, my thighs trembling as she worked me with her soft, teasing touches.

Then she stopped.

“Jenna—”

“Shhh.” She climbed off me and lay on her stomach, her ass in the air, her feet brushing my thighs again. “You can lick my feet while I play with myself. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you cum.”

Fuck. My cock throbbed, but I leaned forward, pressing my tongue against the arch of her foot. She moaned, her hips grinding into the bed as she reached between her legs.

I could hear her—the slick sounds of her fingers plunging into her pussy, her soft gasps when she rubbed her clit. The scent of her arousal filled the room, mixing with the taste of her skin under my tongue.

“Faster,” she whispered, pushing her foot against my mouth.

I sucked her toes, my cock aching, my entire body on fire. I was so fucking close—

“Nuh-uh.” She pulled her foot back, her fingers still working between her legs. “You don’t get to yet.”

I groaned, my dick pulsing, desperate for release. But Jenna just giggled, spreading her legs wider, letting me see her glistening pussy as she fucked herself with her fingers.

“Come *on*,” I begged.

“Say it.”

“Please.”

“*Louder.*”

“PLEASE let me cum, Jenna—fuck, I can’t—”

She grinned. “Okay. Now.”

That was all it took. My body jerked as I came, ropes of cum shooting across my stomach. Jenna moaned, her own orgasm hitting as she watched me lose control.

By the time we were both spent, I was a trembling mess.

And Jenna? She just smirked and wiggled her toes against my thigh again.

“Round two?”