**”No Mercy for the Tip”**

I’d already come once, my cock twitching and spurting thick ropes across Kaisa’s stomach while she rode me, her tight little cunt milking every last drop out of me. But she wasn’t done. Not even close.

Kaisa had that look in her eye—half-smirk, half-predator—as she dragged her fingernails down my chest while my softening dick lay trapped between us. “You think we’re finished?” she murmured, her breath hot against my ear.

I groaned, still shuddering from the aftershocks. “Fuck, Kaisa… I need a second.”

She ignored me. Of course she did. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, squeezing just enough to make me gasp, her thumb pressing hard against the swollen head of my cock. I hissed, hips jerking involuntarily. It was too much—oversensitive from my orgasm, the nerves in my tip screaming under her touch.

“No mercy for the tip,” she reminded me, her voice dripping with dark amusement.

Then she started palming me. Not stroking, not jerking me off—just pressing the flat of her hand against the sensitive head of my cock, grinding her palm in slow, torturous circles. I swore, my whole body tensing, my toes curling. Every drag of her skin against mine sent sparks shooting up my spine, pleasure and pain blurring together.

“You gonna come again?” she teased, leaning down to lick a stripe up my neck. “Or are you just gonna squirm and whine like a bitch?”

I sucked in a breath as her fingers found the slit of my cock, rubbing it firmly. “Fuck—*fuck*—Kaisa, that’s too much!”

She laughed, low and dirty, and shifted her weight, her free hand sliding between her thighs. I could hear how wet she was, could hear the slick sound of her fingers moving in her pussy. “You don’t get to tap out,” she said. “Not until I say you’re done.”

Then she tightened her grip, her thumb pressing down hard right on the most sensitive spot under my cockhead. I arched off the bed with a broken moan, my balls already tightening again despite the ache of overstimulation.

Kaisa kept working me, her palm hot and relentless, her other hand now playing with her clit in fast, rough circles. “Look at you,” she panted, her voice shaky with her own arousal. “Your dick’s so red, so fucking swollen. You’re gonna come dry, aren’t you? Just from me rubbing this little spot right here—”

Another brutal press. I choked out a curse as my cock pulsed, another weak spurt of cum dribbling out despite the emptiness of my balls.

“Again,” she demanded, her fingernails digging into my thigh as she rode out her own climax, her pussy clenching around nothing.

I couldn’t stop it. My muscles locked, my hips jerking helplessly as she wrung another pathetic, shuddering orgasm from me, my cock twitching against her merciless hand.

She finally let go when I was panting and wrecked, my dick throbbing and oversensitive. Kaisa smirked down at me, licking her fingers clean of her own wetness. “Good boy,” she purred.

And just like that, I knew I was fucked—because I’d let her do it again in a heartbeat.