He Was Just So Desperate For More

I broke up with my boyfriend a month ago after three years. He was the type who just wanted me to cook and clean for him, but he never contributed anything. We both had our separate jobs, but he'd sit around all day waiting for me to come home from work. I finally told him enough was enough, but he begged me to take him back. Every night after my shift at the bar ended, he'd show up in the alley behind it, desperate and drunk. One night, I had too much to drink myself and decided to teach him a lesson. I let him follow me home, thinking we were just going for another fight or breakup scene. But as soon as I opened my front door, he pushed his way inside without waiting for an invitation. He was shaking with need. I looked at him, feeling nothing but contempt. 'You want more?' I asked. 'You want to beg me again and again? You're not worth it.' He just nodded, falling to the floor on his knees before me. 'Please,' he said. 'Just one night... let me be your toy again.' I laughed at him. 'Toy?' I repeated. 'You'll never get that back from me. But maybe...' I stepped closer and ran my hand down his chest. He shuddered, still on his knees. 'Maybe tonight you can earn it back. One last chance... to prove yourself.' I led him into the bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed. 'Let's see if you're worthy of being touched,' I said, unbuckling my belt. I started with a rough handjob while he lay there in submission. He was so eager, begging for more. But I took my time, making him wait. After a few minutes, I moved to his cock and swallowed it whole, feeling the desperate way he tried to thrust up into my throat. 'Suck harder!' he pleaded. He came hard, spilling down my throat as I continued until every last drop was gone. He was panting on the bed, shaking with lust and exhaustion. 'More,' he whispered. I smirked and climbed onto him, sliding my panties off and grinding against his mouth. 'Now you have to earn it back,' I told him. And so I rode him, hard and fast, making him work for every inch of pleasure I gave myself. After we finished, I dressed and left without a word. He was just another lesson learned.