I love edging.
There’s nothing hotter than watching a strong man fall apart under my control, cock throbbing, balls aching, so close he can taste it… and then I make him stop. That’s pure power, and I’m addicted to it.
I’m Jamie. Long blonde hair, tight little body that looks even better when it’s naked and sweaty, and a mouth that doesn’t just talk dirty—it gives orders. When I decide we’re doing edging, we do it my way. No arguments. No “just a little more.” You edge when I say, and you stop the second I tell you to.
Tonight started the same way it always does. You were already hard the second I pulled my top off and let these tits bounce free. I wrapped my fingers around your cock, slow and tight, stroking just enough to make your hips jerk. “Don’t you dare cum,” I whispered against your ear. “We’re edging. You’re going to stay right on that edge until I say otherwise.”
I stroked you like that for twenty minutes. Up, down, twisting at the head, thumb sliding over the wet tip. Every time your breathing got sharp and your thighs started shaking, I stopped. Completely. Hand off. “Breathe,” I ordered. “Feel how full your balls are? That’s what edging does. It makes you desperate.”
You begged. Of course you did. They always do. I just smiled and climbed onto your lap, grinding my soaked pussy along the underside of your cock without letting you inside. “You want to fuck me? Earn it. Keep edging. Show me you can take it.”
I edged you again and again. Handjobs that stopped right before the point of no return. Slow, wet blowjobs where I pulled off the second your cock pulsed on my tongue. Sitting on your face so you had to eat me while your cock twitched untouched in the air. Every denial made you more obedient. That’s the magic of edging—it turns stubborn men into perfect little toys.
By the time I finally sank down on you, you were shaking. I rode slow, controlling every inch, stopping completely whenever I felt you getting too close. “Not yet,” I cooed, nails digging into your chest. “This is still edging. You come when I decide you’ve suffered enough.”
When I finally let you finish, it was the hardest, longest orgasm I’ve ever pulled out of a man. You came so much it spilled out around my pussy while I kept riding through it, telling you how good you were for holding out.
That’s what I do. I enforce edging until you’re ruined in the best way.
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