“I might have to restrain you, Ben. Be a good boy. Let me take control,” I purr, wiping the saliva from my mouth.
He chuckles indulgently. “I need to fuck you,” he says, running his hand through my hair.
“I know, Ben. All in good time,” I answer, knowing full well what he can do to me. I smirk as I continue to fellate him.
I’m in control, I think to myself. I have to revel in that fact right now, because I know his true nature will eventually win out.
His sexy eyes roll back in his head and he grits his teeth while trying to stifle the loud moans from escaping his lips.
“Sullivan, please,” he begs, but I’m not quite satisfied.
I suck harder as he grinds into my mouth. Up and down I smooth my lips along his impressive length, trying to take all of him whilst sheathing my teeth. Of course a man that screams power, has power in his pants as well, I muse.
I slurp him hungrily, moving down to his scrotum and taking his sack into my mouth.
“Oh, to hell with this!” he growls, picking me up and throwing me on the bed.
Ben perches on top of me and spreads my legs with his knees. He reaches over for his wallet, yet again pulling a condom from it. Ugh, I hate those things.
He rolls it onto his cock, staring intently at me like a predator. I’m a gushing mess as he uses his index and middle finger to gently rub my clitoris then sticks his thumb inside my vagina.
“Good, you’re ready.” He licks his lips as he pulls his finger from me and guides his fingers to his mouth, tasting my arousal. “You taste divine, Sullivan.”
He slams into me, taking his revenge on my welcoming vagina for teasing him.
“Ah!” I scream in enjoyment.
“Oh, fuck, feel that. Fucking good pussy,” he whispers almost inaudibly, looking to the ceiling with closed eyes.
He begins pounding, dragging me closer to him. My legs are propped up on his shoulders and he digs inside me, all the more wanting to go deeper.
“Oh God, Ben!” I squeal as he touches that very sensitive area inside me. My vagina starts squishing. He’s found my spot, again!
My thoughts have left me as I gush with a climax, hurling the “F” word in a most tantalizing manner.
He smirks in conquest, eyes hooded as his pace slows. I hate that his look turns me on so much. It’s pure insatiable desire and I’m absolutely turned on by his desire of me.
Ben widens my legs and uses his thumb to rub my overly sensitive clit.
“Bastard,” I growl, trying to wiggle away from his touch.
He slams into me, effectively shutting me up. He places his thumb on my clit again and I’m driven up an imaginary wall. My eyes turn into my head before I regain my focus on him.
His dominance, his seeming knowledge of my body and what pleases me, baffles me. As I stare into his hooded green eyes, I’m propelled into hungry sex goddess mode.
I shove him away with a foot to his chest and in one swift motion I am on my feet and throwing him onto the bed.
“Oh shit,” he swears, knowing what he’s in for. Still he smirks. He knows he’ll enjoy my sexual wrath.
I mount him and slide easily onto his hardness, still wet from my orgasm. His mouth curves up into a silent ooh and he squints his eyes and grips my ass for greater traction. I give him a slow shimmy and he chuckles.
“You’re a sexpot, you know that?” He gazes up at me with a wry smile and I nod in mock innocence.
I giggle. “You ready?”
“Do your worst,” he relinquishes.
I grab onto his arms, the position mimicking that of me riding a motorcycle. I begin to bounce on him, watching his reaction carefully. He is totally lost in me.
Ben grinds underneath me, meeting my bounce. He moans loudly gripping my legs then slapping my behind, my ass stinging pleasurably. Ooh, that felt good.
I shift my legs, both at either side of him and grip his neck. Sinking my hips down, I grind into him. My pussy sounds its agreement with the position, as my special spot is touched. I grind deeper, our breathing labored.
The God beneath me sits up and slings his arms up my back and holds onto my shoulders. We’re face to face. Even his breath sends chills down my spine. I want to come for him, because of him.
He grinds into me, moaning as he approaches his climax and I am intoxicated by the feeling of his member inside me.
“Come for me, baby,” he chokes out, compelling me to climax.
Thrusting deeper and harder into me, I let go and explode, hurling an onslaught of expletives into the air. My pleasure-addled brain doesn’t get a chance to clear as Ben grabs me, rolls me onto my back and pounds into me rapidly.
“Shit, Sully!” he shouts as he finds his release, filling the condom. He kisses my neck vigorously and lays me down. He exits me, slipping off the condom and dropping it into the waste basket next to the bed. He exhales loudly as though he had been holding his breath the entire time.
“Happy New Year,” he says stroking my face.
I giggle yet again and kiss his palm, “Happy New Year, Ben.”
He pulls me close, snuggling my body to his. He inhales deeply and just like that, he’s asleep. Shit.
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[1] Duchannes, pronounced Do-cane.
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