She loves the power. And I love how much she loves it, love how confident she’s becoming.
“Is that what you want, huh?” she moans, teasing closer to the perfect V of her sex.
“I told you,” I snarl, pumping my hand even faster, my precome making slick noises against my rock-hard cock. “There’s nowantabout this. It’s need.”
“So, you need me to touch my pussy?”
“Yes. Now.”
“What if the first thing I want to touch my pussy is that big hard cock, hmm?”
Fuck.
I almost explode when she says that. I curl my toes and clench my jaw as if that’s going to stop me.
She walks slowly across the room, mesmerizing me with each step. When she clambers onto the bed, legs on either side of me, I raise my hands, so hungry to touch her I feel like I could howl.
She grips my shoulders. “Don’t touch me yet,” she murmurs. “Let me do this. Let me be the one. Let me take control.”
I’ve got no idea how I do this. I’m squeezing the mattress so hard it’s a miracle the springs don’t break.
She reaches down with one hand, gripping the base of my cock. With only one hand propped on my shoulder, she whimpers, struggling to get the right angle.
I sink my hands into her hips.
At the exact same time, my head kisses her soaked entrance. She cries out in pure lust as I squeeze her harder, holding her tight as she glides lower and lower on my dick.
When I’m buried deep inside her, I smooth my hands over her back, feeling her warmth, her closeness.
She pushes against my chest. “I’m… in… charge… remember?”
Each word is a moan, a breath, and a plea.
I sink back on the bed. She sits atop me, her core squeezing my base tightly. She digs her fingernails into my chest.
I claim her hips again, sinking greedy hands into her plush body. She rocks back and forth, kissing every inch of my burning length with her tunnel.
It takes all my self-control not to pound up and into her, slamming my dick into her hot pussy and hitting that sweet spot inside that makes her lust sing. I let her set the pace, looking into her eyes, into the emotion there. Excitement, power, and release as she gives herself to me and lets everything else go.
I move my hands to her ass, cradling her as she rides me. Her pussy talks to me the entire time, squeezing then releasing as her orgasm hovers at the edges.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” she whimpers, bouncing even faster, her walls caressing my dick like it’s never been touched before.
I keep my eyes on her face. On the pleasure there. I know if I move an inch lower to her ample tits swaying for me, I’ll lose it. I’ll explode deep inside her, flooding her with come until it overflows between her juicy thighs.
“You want to… come,” she gasps.
“Yes,” I snarl.
“Come for me, then,” she moans.
“You need to?—”
“Come for me,” she cuts in. “Come for me. That’s what I want. I want to make you come fast and hard. I want to…”
But she doesn’t have to beg for long. Maybe urging me to come is what sends her over the edge. Her tunnel grips me tightly, squeezing hard like a fist of hot fire. She collapses on top of me, giving the final moments over to me.
I sink my hands hungrily into her ass, then thrust up in savage stroke after savage stroke. The friction breaks me on the fifth stroke, my seed erupting out of me. My body hums as we come together.
