“It’s hot now, hearing you tell me about it.” My skin heated at the thought of having her spread out before me, tied down, helpless, turned on, begging for it. Begging me for it.
“I hardly even knew you.” She rested her head on me. “Back then.”
“But you know me now and you know damn well that dream is going to become reality.”
“Now?”
The eagerness in her voice made me chuckle. “No, not now, I don’t have any cuffs here, but it will, that I can promise you.” I kissed her cheek. “Right now you’re going to get down on your hands and knees for me, like an obedient dog, and show me your sexy butt so I can play with it.”
She hesitated briefly but then slid down my body and onto the rug.
I took my cock in my hand and rubbed its length. The sight of her submitting to me was ramping my lust up yet another notch. So damn pretty and submissive and all fucking mine.
Damn it, I needed something. Quickly, I went into the bedroom and grabbed some lube.
I then kneeled behind her, touched my wound briefly, and hoped my abdominal muscles were up for some pump and grind. I palmed her warm, pale buttocks and pushed them outward and then together. Not tenderly but not overly forceful. I just wanted to hold them, feel them, be as close as possible.
She moaned softly and hung her head, her hair falling forward.
“Good girl, you don’t need to do anything except feel. Just relax. Just be mine.”
She didn’t reply, and I indulged myself and roamed my hands over her body, dipping into every curve and exploring the shape of her. She was utterly perfect.
I was a lucky guy.
Eventually, I slowly caressed her pussy lips and teased her entrance.
She let out impatient mewling sounds that brought a smile to my face. The more turned on she was, the quicker she’d come…and then I could move on to how I wanted to come tonight.
“Your tight pussy is wet for me,” I said and drove one finger into her.
She groaned and arched her back.
“You want more?” I asked.
“Yes.” She was panting for it now. “More.”
“You can have more.” I gave her another finger and slipped high up into her gripping wetness.
She stuttered out a whimper and dropped to her elbows, offering me an even better view and easier access.
The sight of her taut little anus, creased, vulnerable, there for me, had my cock straining and a surge of desire rushing up its length. “Oh Jesus. Heaven help me,” I muttered.
I looked at the lube on the table next to me. Soon, soon…not yet.
“You want my cock?” I asked.
“Yes…yes…”
“So say you’re mine. If you want it, say you’re mine.”
“I…I’m yours.”
I pumped in and out of her, my other hand on the small of her back, holding her in place. “Say my name. Say who you belong to.”
“Yours, Mitch Cooper, I’m yours, all yours. No one else’s. Just yours.”
A deep growl, animalistic, caught in my throat, and I withdrew my fingers. I angled my cock at her sopping entrance, clasped her hips, and then thrust in.
