16 09 2008

He was in the mood to dominate today.

As he grabbed my neck and forced me to my knees in front of him I realized this. I looked up at him, eyes wide, as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock.

“Suck it,” he demanded. And I did.

My lips wrapped tight around him, my hand covering what my mouth couldn’t. I took him all in my mouth, gagging slightly and his fingers threaded into my hair, telling me how I was a good girl, changing the pace, going faster. I pulled back to get a breath of air.

“You’re lucky I’m not being mean right now.”

“How would you be mean?” He didn’t reply. Just grabbed my head, forcing his cock into my mouth and down my throat. His hands gripped my head as I gagged and sputtered, trying to get him to slow down but not wanting him to stop. He was taking what he wanted from me and it turned me on more than I could have expected.

I finally pushed him off, gasping for air, a string of saliva running from my lips to his cock.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He looked down at me and obviously recognized the arousal that was clearly written on my face.

“Most girls wouldn’t let me do that, even fewer would get turned on by it,” I just smirked at him and slid the head of his cock across my lips before letting it slide between them. He moaned and grabbed at my shoulders. He wanted me to stand.

He pulled my shirt over my head, unclasped my bra and tugged off my pants. He took a few steps back to divest himself of clothing and when he turned back around he looked at me with an animal glint in his eyes and I melted.

He took one step towards me.

I backed up one step.

He took another step towards me.

I backed up again.

He took one more step.

I took another step back and my legs hit the bed.

Before I could blink his hands were on my thighs, picking me and throwing me down on the bed.

Before I could take a breath I was pressed against the mattress, his hard cock buried deep inside me.

The rest of the afternoon is a blur of positions and growling and fucking and nails and biting. He took what he wanted from me and made me enjoy every second of it. He made me moan and he made me scream.

We were covered in sweat. I was on top and my hand was gripping the back of his neck, fingers curling and pulling in his hair. My other hand was clawing at his shoulder as my face was pressed against his neck His arms were around me so tight I could barely breath. He pounded into me as I moaned not to stop. 

His thrusts got faster and harder and more erratic and my body was tensing, my fingers digging deeper into his skin. With a loud groan he came hard, still holding me tight to his body. We laid there, dripping sweat and breathing hard, until we could both speak again.