**”Allie’s Control”**

The second Allie walked into my bedroom and closed the door behind her, I knew she wasn’t here to just hang out. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark with this teasing, knowing look that made my cock twitch in my jeans. She had this way of taking control without even trying—just the way she bit her bottom lip or arched an eyebrow could get me hard. Tonight, though, she wanted more than just a reaction.

“Sit down,” she ordered, nodding toward my bed. Her voice was soft but firm, and I obeyed, my heart already pounding. She crossed her arms, watching me with that smirk, her tits pushing against her tight tank top. “You’ve been thinking about me all day, haven’t you?”

I swallowed. “Yeah.”

Allie stepped closer, her fingers brushing my jaw. “Good. Then take your dick out.”

Fuck. My hands fumbled with my belt, my cock already straining against my boxers. As soon as I pulled it free, Allie’s eyes dropped, and she let out this little breath that made my balls tighten. “Stroke it for me,” she murmured.

I wrapped my hand around myself, giving a slow pump. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, and Allie licked her lips. “Not like that,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully. “You think I want you to fuck your hand like some desperate loser? Slow. Tease yourself.”

I obeyed, dragging my thumb over the swollen head, circling the sensitive spot just under it. A groan slipped out, and Allie rewarded me with a low hum. “Better. Now tell me what you’ve been imagining.”

My grip tightened slightly as I confessed, “You on your knees. Your mouth around me.”

She laughed, low and dirty, and before I could react, she dropped to the floor between my legs. Her fingers traced up my inner thighs, making me shiver. “Like this?” she whispered, her breath warm against my cock.

“Fuck, yes.”

But she didn’t take me in her mouth—not yet. Instead, her fingers wrapped around my shaft, guiding my hand away. “My turn,” she murmured, and she gave me one slow, deliberate stroke, her thumb pressing against the vein underneath. My hips jerked, but she held me down with her other hand. “Uh-uh. You don’t get to rush. You don’t get to come until I say.”

I bit back a whimper as she started working me in slow, torturous movements, her grip just tight enough to drive me insane. Her other hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently, and I let out a ragged moan. “Allie—”

She grinned. “Begging already?” Her thumb swiped over the leaking tip, spreading the wetness down my shaft. “Good. That’s what I want.” She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “Now imagine my pussy wrapped around you instead. Tight. Dripping for you.” My cock jumped in her hand, and she chuckled. “Yeah, you like that. But you don’t get it yet. Keep stroking.”

She pulled away, leaving me aching, my hand taking over where hers had been. I pumped myself faster, my breath coming in short bursts. Allie watched, her fingers trailing down her own body, teasing the outline of her nipple through her shirt. “Faster,” she ordered.

I did, my strokes rough now, my balls drawing up. “I’m close—”

Allie’s hand suddenly clamped around my wrist, stopping me. My whole body shook with the nearness of release. “Not yet,” she purred. Then, with her free hand, she tugged her shirt down, exposing one perfect breast. “Look at me while you edge yourself.”

Fuck. I groaned, forcing myself into a slower rhythm, my cock throbbing with every stroke. Allie pinched her nipple, arching her back slightly, and I could see the damp spot forming between her thighs. “You wanna come?” she breathed.

“Jesus, yes—”

“Then tell me where you want it.”

I gritted my teeth. “Your tits. I want to cover them.”

She grinned, leaning forward, her cleavage inches from my cock. “Then do it.”

That was all it took. My orgasm ripped through me, hot streaks of cum splashing across her skin, some catching her collarbone, some dripping down. Allie moaned, her fingers dragging through the mess before bringing them to her lips. “Good boy,” she murmured, sucking my cum off her fingertips.

I collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent, but Allie wasn’t done. She climbed over me, her wet pussy pressing against my thigh as she kissed me deep, her tongue claiming my mouth. “Next time,” she whispered, “I’m riding you until you forget your own name.”

And fuck, I couldn’t wait.