There’s something about her taking the lead and bossing me around that makes me ravenous. Like a starving animal desperate for its next meal. She has no idea of the Pandora’s box she’s opening.
“With fucking pleasure.” I grip the bottom of her dress, pull it up over her head, and throw it behind me. My cock jumps at the sight before us.
In nothing but a nude thong, Savannah stands strong before me. Her light-brown nipples are tight and begging to be sucked. The wet spot on her panties is a red flag being waved in front of a bull. I’m fucking ready to charge in and lick her.
“What are you waiting for, Nico?” she asks, egging me on.
She wasn’t kidding when she said she wanted to be fucked. She wants my cock so badly she’s topping from the bottom, and holy fuck does it get me hard.
“I have to tell you something.” I undo my cufflinks, chucking them and my shirt to the ground, followed by my belt.
“You can tell me anything.”
“When I fuck, I usually tie the woman down so she can’t touch me.”
Savannah rubs her thighs together. I watch various thoughts run through her head as she contemplates what I’ve said, revealing another part of myself to her. I don’t let people in, and when I do, I have to have complete control. The security in knowing, in the end, I get to walk away.
“I’ve never done that before, but I’m willing to try,” she whimpers.
La mia gattina viziosa. So willing to submit to me.
Another time. For fun.
“No,” I bark, my voice gruff as I fight my baser instincts to dominate her. Everything about Savannah is different. She’s burrowed herself under my skin and into my heart. I need her hands on me. I need her to fight for dominance with me as we fuck. The walls I used to keep people out don’t exist when I’m with her.
“No?” she asks, confused.
“No,” I repeat. “That’s not how we fuck.”
If you can call it that. It’s so much more than fucking with Savannah.
Her chest heaves as she pants, sucking in small gulps of oxygen. “How do we fuck then?”
“When we fuck, it’s with every part of us.” I unzip my pants, and push them and my boxer briefs off my hips and down my legs, kicking them aside. My cock springs free, the tip red and angry, pointing at its object of desire. Taking my shaft in my palm, I stroke it from root to tip.
Savannah watches me, licking her lips, eyes glued to my dick.
“I want you to touch me. Everywhere. With your hands. Your mouth. All of you. I want every inch of your body to be touching mine. Pull my hair, scratch the fuck out of my back, and leave marks. I don’t give a fuck. I want it all. I want you to let go. Fuck me back as hard as I’m fucking you. Can you do that for me, Savannah?”
It hurts in the best way to tell Savannah what I need. To flay myself raw for her. This can end with her walking away; I just hope she stays.
“Yes. I can do that for you,” Savannah rasps her answer, and my cock twitches, eager to claim her.
I lean in and kiss her again, pouring everything I feel for her into it. Adoration, devotion, yearning.
When we break apart, Savannah is a wanton mess. She presses her nipples into my chest, and I push her back into the cool glass, making her gasp at the cold contact.
“Are you ready,gattina?”
She lifts her chin like the queen she is. “So ready, baseball boy. Do your worst.”
I fall to my knees before her and grip her panties with my thumbs, dragging them down to her ankles. She kicks them to the side, giving me the perfect view of the perfectly trimmed landing strip above her pussy.
I lift her silky leg over my shoulder and run my nose along her seam, breathing in the scent of her heady arousal. My mouth waters, and I grin up at the most gorgeous woman in the world.
“Nah, baby. I’m going to do my best.”
In a flash, my mouth is on her cunt. The barely contained control I’ve been holding onto disappears. Her sweet and tangy cum is an explosion of flavor to my tastebuds. With my thumbs, I spread her lips apart and spear my tongue into her hole. Her muscles contract, and a gush of her cream floods my mouth.
