Cruel Tenderness – Hot Handjob with Ruined Orgasm

The Soft Miss: “Cruel Tenderness – Hot Handjob with Ruined Orgasm”

The soft strains of jazz music filled the dimly lit boudoir as Veronica reclined languidly on her velvet chaise, a glass of vintage champagne in hand. Her chocolate brown hair cascaded over her bare shoulders in loose curls, framing her classically beautiful face. A ridiculous grin spread across her full lips as her eyes danced mischievously.

Her latest conquest,quid pro quo, lay handcuffed and helpless before her, his chiseled physique on full display. He squirmed uncomfortably, his thick cock twitching with anticipation, dribbling precum on the silk sheets. Veronica could barely contain her glee – she had him right where she wanted him, completely at her mercy.

She took a slow sip of champagne, savoring the effervescent bubbles as they tickled her tongue. With deliberate slowness, she set her glass down on the side table and rose from the chaise. Her body was a work of art, all curves and inviting valleys, clad in black lace and silk that hugged every delectable inch.

“Mmm, you look good enough to eat, my pet,” Veronica purred, circling him like a panther stalking its prey. “I bet every woman here wishes it was them about to get a taste of you.”

She licked her lips suggestively, her manicured hands trailing along his thighs and up his sides. Despite his predicament, he couldn’t help but shudder with pleasure at her touch. Veronica chuckled darkly, enjoying the power she held over him.

“Tonight, my dear, I’m going to make you sing for your supper,” she purred, her fingers dancing around his rigid shaft. “I’m going to wring every last drop of pleasure from that gorgeous body of yours until you’re a writhing, gasping mess.”

He let out a low, ragged groan as she wrapped her hand around his throbbing member, giving it a firm squeeze. Veronica reveled in his tortured pants and helpless moans, giving him a long, slow stroke from root to tip. She smeared the pearlescent beads of pre-cum that leaked from his slit, using it as a natural lube.

“You’re so hard for me already,” Veronica murmured approvingly. “I love how well we work together, my sweet.”

She leaned over him, her ample breasts brushing against his chest as she pressed her thighs firmly on either side of his hips. Her hand continued its lazy exploration, teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft with featherlight touches. He bit his lip hard to stifle a cry as she paid special attention to a particular spot right below the head, swallowing his muffled groans.

“That’s it, my pet,” Veronica cooed, massaging his heavy testicles. “Just let go and feel. I want to hear all those pretty noises you make for me.”

She could feel him pulsing with need, his cock surging in her grasp, and she knew he was close to the edge. Veronica resisted the urge to give him the relief he so desperately craved, instead redoubling her efforts to wound him higher.

“Please,” he begged, his voice thick with lust, “please let me come.”

“Oh, sweetheart, aren’t you impatient?” Veronica teased, releasing his shaft abruptly. He slumped back onto the bed, a pitiful whine escaping him as she left him hanging. “We’re nowhere near done playing yet.”

She fetched a bottle of warm massage oil from her nightstand and drizzled the slick nectar all over his straining erection. Her hands returned to their erotic exploration, gliding and squeezing the heated flesh, her grip firm but not gripping. His thighs trembled and his balls drew up tight,Poor boy, she thought smugly, I’ve barely even begun.

Veronica worked him over with skillful fingers, her touch leaving him in a constant state of exquisite torture. Each stroke brought him closer to the brink, only to stop at the last possible second, leaving him hovering on the cusp of climax each time.

“Harder,” he gasped, too far gone to be ashamed of his wanton begging. “Please, I can’t – I need -”

“You need what?” Veronica asked silkily, releasing his cock entirely. “Tell me what you need, my pet. Use your words.”

“I need to come,” he choked out, his voice ragged and desperate. “I need you to make me come. Please, Veronica, I can’t – I’m going to – ahhh!”

At his broken plea, she finally relented. Her fist tightened around his aching shaft, twisting and pumping in a blur of motion. The heady scent of his musk filled the air as he thrashed beneath her, his cries taking on a higher pitch.

“That’s it,” Veronica urged, her breath hot against his ear. “Let go, my sweet. Give me everything you’ve got.”

With a ragged shout, he came undone, his release gushing forth in thick ropes that spattered across his rippling abs. Veronica milked him mercilessly, drawing out wave after wave of ecstasy until he was limp and spent.

“Mmm, look at the pretty picture you make,” she purred, trailing a finger through the sticky trails on his chest. He shivered at the touch, oversensitive and pliant. “Aren’t you beautiful, all mess and manners?”

She collected the viscous essence on her fingertip and slipped it into her mouth, humming in satisfaction at the heady tang. “I love spoiling myself with the spoils of my conquests.”

Veronica tore open a condom and rolled it expertly down his length, still firm and eager despite his exhaustive orgasm. She climbed astride him, positioning herself above the thick head nudging at her entrance.

“Don’t worry darling,” she reassured as she sank down inch by glorious inch, sighing in bliss, “This isn’t over yet. Not by a long shot.”