He nuzzles his forehead to mine. “It means we’re all more than one person. Some we show; some we hide. Like yesterday, you showed everyone you’re a lioness for another woman, and it was beautiful.You’rebeautiful. Covered in dirt. Sipping Slurpees. Lying in my arms.” His eyelids drop. “Keeping your hand on my dick. Goddamn, Alena, it gets really fucking hard for you. Careful.”
Did I forget my hand was stroking his massive erection? Or more? Do I never want to let it go?
I don’t know. I’m so drawn to Loch, lust and logic collide. All I feel is suddenly safe, seduced, sexy. “I want to know more ofhim. The one who’s hard for me.”
Reaching down, his hand brushes mine away from his erection. Cupping my slickening sex, hidden under his sweatpants, he murmurs, “You want to know who I really am, Alena?”
“Yes.” I gasp at his touch.
“This is me.” He doesn’t let the soft cotton get in the way. “I take control. I please.” He uses it, pressing his palm against the thin fabric over my excited clit. “I get off on controlling your pleasure. Like this…”
His fingers rub my pussy lips, massaging, caressing, spreading, exploring. His stare is dominating. His touch on my clit, everywhere and barely there, is exactly what I need. I moan, spreading my thighs even wider for his touch.
“Good girl,” he praises, gazing down at me. “I watch your breath. Your eyelids. Your skin. Your arousal until I understand what you need, and then I control it. It gets me off. This is who I am, Alena.”
His strength pins me against the mattress, his skilled hand conjures the deep ache between my legs until I’m panting into his kiss. Lifting my hips, my pussy’s so wet and engorged, he makes it pulse, my walls throbbing with need.
“I can please you for hours.” He steams over my ear, “Is this whoyoureally are, Alena? A good girl who needs me to please her wet pussy all day?”
“Yes.” I sigh over his cheek. “Please, Loch. It’s been so long. I need…”
I don’t want to ruin this. I don’t want to tell him what happened or why. How I was desperate and crossed a line my first time. My only time, and it’s been so many years. If hymens could grow back, mine has.
Or maybe it’s been my shyness, my insecurities. I try so hard to be a sex-positive, body-positive woman, but I fight my inner dialogue every day. Seeing every flaw, every fold. The voices of my bully still mock my body, making me hide it.
But not with Loch.
He doesn’t even need to expose my skin to give me pleasure like I’ve never felt. He’s in control, making it build. I feel owned, on the edge of an orgasm only he can give.
“It’s been so long, and now you need mehere, don’t you, Alena?” He sucks that tender spot on my neck as his middle finger slides between my lips, his fingertip barely probing my entrance, his palm rubbing my clit through the cotton I’ve soaked with his touch. I moan, and he grinds his erectionagainst my thigh. “Your sweet cunt needs me, doesn’t it, Alena?”
My name, he keeps saying it. My pussy, he keeps pleasing it. My body, he keeps taking me down, deeper into desire I’ve never felt, and it’s a delicious drowning.
“Focus on how this feels,” he demands. “On trusting my touch. On how you’ll let me please you anytime I want and make you come. Won’t you, Babygirl?”
“Yes.” He’s making my thighs shake. My lips, pressed to his scruffy cheek, tremble. I’m trapped by his domination, and don’t want to be free. I want to be fucked. I lift my hips for him. “Yes, Loch, please. Make me your dirty girl.”
“Oh fuck, yes,” he growls, grinding his hard dick against me. “You want to be a dirty girl for me, Alena?”
“Yes,” I rasp desperately.
“You’re open, gasping, and getting so wet.” His lips tease my ear. “You want me to please your pussy all day, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I gasp, dizzy.
“Straighten your legs; tense your thighs.” His finger rouses my clit, whirling and rubbing, pleasure binding tight in my core. “When I make you come, it’ll make it so fucking intense for us.”
I obey, locking my legs, flexing my muscles; instantly, feeling the luscious difference.
“Good girl.” He groans. “I knew you could do it. You can be such a sweet pleasure slut for me, can’t you? Say it, Alena.” He tugs my hair, forcing my stare to anchor to his aqua eyes. “That’s who I am. I’m your Dom. Say it.”
“Yes… Yes, Loch.” I don’t know what he’s doing to my body, to my mind, but I want it. He rubs my clit harder, and I shudder, panting for it, proud of it. “Please, make me ride your big dick with my wet pussy while you suck my nipples and finger my virgin ass. Make me come so hard for you. I want your cum dripping down my thighs. Please.”
He angles back. Eyelids hooded. Breath huffing. Shocked, like he’s seeing me for the first time. “What did you just say?”
I flinch. “I’m sorry. I?—”
“No.” His finger strums my clit even harder. “Don’t ever be sorry. Just say it again. Say who you are.” His finger is unrelenting as he searches my eyes like he’s asking my name. “Are you my dirty girl, Alena? Do you want me to make you my sweet slut while my big dick comes all over your pretty lips?”
