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After a long, drawn-out battle you had wanted to do nothing more than unwind. Fortunately for you, your girlfriend had the same idea. The adrenaline from the match hadn’t even faded, yet you found yourself on your back–already stripped nude and unable to focus on anything but the white hair and body pressed against yours.
“You did such a good job today, baby.”
Felicia purred the praise right against your jaw. Her fingers wrapped firmly around your cock, dragging upward in an agonizingly slow stroke. The zipper of her black latex suit was pulled dangerously low, the material straining to contain her tits. It was an intentional, shameless display shoved right into your line of sight.
“After such a long day, too. The other team didn’t stand a chance.”
A manicured nail grazed the dip of your hip, sending goosebumps straight down your spine. Your hips bucked upward on pure instinct, trying to chase the friction of her palm. A soft, breathy laugh vibrated against your collarbone.
“So eager.” She slowed the pace, her thumb pressing along the thick vein along your shaft. “But you’re not going to finish already... are you?”
“N-no. Of course not.”
It was a choked out denial that earned a smirk from Felicia in response.
“Good boy.” Approval dripped from the words. Felicia leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. “I knew you could hold out for me. Just a bit longer.”
Her grip tightened, the rhythm shifting into something faster and less restrained. You let out a sound that was somewhere between a sob and a moan, pleasure coursing through your nervous system. Whatever fatigue you might’ve had from the battle was long gone.
“All that pent-up energy after a fight.” Felicia smiled against your neck, perfectly matching the frantic slide of her hand. “You’re so tense!”
Felicia stroked your cock more eagerly now, from tip to base with an effortless flick of her wrist. Her fingers used just the right amount of pressure around your length. Enough to keep you hooked, but not enough to push you over the edge.
“I saw you staring at my ass too. It wasn’t too distracting, was it?”
“N-not at all.”
Felicia smiled wickedly before giving a lazy downstroke that caused your cock to twitch. “That’s good. I was worried it might’ve made it hard for you.”
You hissed, clutching the sheets tighter. “That…wasn’t what made it hard...”
”No? What was it then?”
Felicia leaned closer, her breasts pressing against your arm. Your eyes instinctively went to her pale cleavage again, and you swallowed thickly. Felicia let out a light chuckle, her breath hot against your ear.
“Naughty boy.”
“I can’t help it...”
“Poor baby. Are you easily distracted?”
Felicia didn't climb fully on top of you. Instead, she just leaned her weight against your side, successfully trapping your arm in the valley of her cleavage. You let out a muffled sound of appreciation, briefly wondering if this was heaven. Her hand resumed its work, the leather of her gloves replaced by the warmth of her bare palm as she tightened her grip around your cock.
"Keep those eyes open. I want you to watch my hand."
At her command, you forced your eyes open and turned from where you had buried your head into her cleavage. You watched her delicate fingers, usually draped in expensive diamonds and jewelry, wrapped around your throbbing cock.
“See how slow they move? It feels good doesn’t it?”
“God yes…”
They moved from the base all the way over the slick tip that was already dripping precum. Her thumb circled in an agonizingly slow gesture, just under the swell of the head that made your hips jerk off the mattress.
"Ah ah. I didn't say you could move."
Teeth tugged at your earlobe, pulling a needy moan from your throat. Felicia soothed the bite with a wet drag of her tongue, her breath hot against your neck as she abruptly doubled the pacing of her strokes.
"Stay right here. That’s where you like it, don't you?" Her lips dragged along your jawline, leaving a trail of kisses as her hand jerked you off faster. "Just my hand. Just my voice telling you exactly how good you're doing."
You nodded but it was more an instinctive motion than anything else. Thought was proving difficult, if not impossible as you watched her hand move. Your chest heaved with erratic breaths, fingers twisting into the bedsheets.
“Fuck…”
“Does it feel good?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Language, baby,” Felicia’s fingers squeezed around the sensitive tip before drifting back down, “But I guess you deserve it. After having Psylocke chase you around all match. She just wouldn’t give you a break would she?”
Felicia’s other hand moved, knuckles brushing against your cheek. The gesture was replaced by her lips, a soft, open-mouthed kiss that contrasted the steadily increasing pace of her strokes. A groan left your lips as you managed to avoid desperately bucking your hips into her touch for a second time.
“I hope that little bitch knows she’ll have to do better if she wants to take you away from me.”
Your cock twitched helplessly in her grasp when you heard the possessive purr in her voice.
“Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
“Good boy.”
Felicia smiled proudly against your skin, clearly pleased with how responsive you were. She pumped your cock furiously, teeth nipping at your jaw.
“You’re close aren’t you, baby? Do you want to cum for me? Go on then. Let me see how pretty you are when you cum.”
The permission finally falling past her lips was the last straw. You grunted roughly, allowing your hips to instinctively buck upwards into her grasp. Your cock trembled in her grasp, your vision going white as you came.
“Felicia!”
Thick ropes of cum gushed out from the head of your cock, spilling over Felicia’s hand and splattering onto the muscles of your own stomach. Felicia didn’t stop her movements or pull her hand away. Instead, she hummed her approval, continuing to milk every last drop out of you. Her eyes watched every convulsion of your body and contortion of your expression as you came undone under her ministrations.
When it was all over, you collapsed back against the bed, your head spinning as you felt her hand slow to a stop and pull off your cock. Felicia let out a low purr as she dragged a finger through the cum that had splattered along your stomach. Holding your gaze she raised it to her lips, white hair framing your face as she leaned over you.
“Such a good boy for me,” Felicia paused, only to suck her thumb clean. “And so sweet too.”