Control.

He told me he wanted to see me be more aggressive. He wanted to see my masculine energy take control. With him, that was difficult. He was one who I considered to have much more masculine energy than me, and to take control of him was a little intimidating. But I wanted to show him….and myself, that I could do it.

I knew he expected me to just rape him as soon as he walked in the door. I knew he believed going out was wasted time, when my ending result was to be in orgasmic bliss. But just because I was going to show him masculine energy didn’t mean I couldn’t be sexy at the same time.

I told him to meet me at a bar for a quick drink. He wasn’t happy. He didn’t want to hear that. But he showed up and I was already there, waiting for him. He sat down, and his drink was waiting for him already. He was so damn sexy to me. His walk, his bright white smile, his body, his conversation, his dick. He made me moist just from one glance. He made my mouth water with just the thought of him deep down my throat.

As we drank, we relaxed. We talked. We got close into each other’s personal space. My legs rested in between his as we sat at the bar. My hand was on his knee, rubbing his aches away. His hand came to my thigh. He touched me and realized I still had on my jacket, a knee-length trench coat. He asked why and if I was cold. I smiled. Told him no. He looked at me, his eyes questioning me. His hand slid further up the inside of my thigh. He stopped halfway up and looked at me. I scooted in closer to him, so his hand “accidentally” touched my already wet yoni. His head dropped low and he cursed under his breath. His fingers made me jump slightly just from his touch. My hand moved up to the zipper of his pants. He looked at me with eyes warning me not to go any further.

I grabbed on to the outline of his dick, gently grazing my thumb over the tip of his dick, feeling him grow hard under my touch. Damn I was constantly lusting after his dick. I was constantly craving him. His hand slid back up to my desire, his thumb gently massaging my clit. I moved his hand away. It wasn’t supposed to be about me tonight. It was about him. It was about turning him on.

I continued to tease his dick. I grabbed on to him imprint whole, I teased the tip, I excited him till his eyes closed from pleasure. We paid the bill and went to his car. I had been dropped off at the bar just so I could ride back to the house with him. As soon as he was buckled in, I reached over, unbuckled and unzipped his pants, pulled his dick out, bent over towards him and placed him in my mouth. His hand grabbed on to my head as I bobbed up and down his shaft, f**king him with my mouth, having my own mini orgasms in my passenger seat.

As he continued to drive to the house, I stroked him with my mouth. His hand had now lifted my jacket all the way up and his fingers were deep inside of me. Tried to move his hand again, but I was enjoying his dick so much. His size was perfect; thick and nice. It was smooth, just like every other part of his rich chocolate body. It turned me on when I felt it throb in my mouth; when it grew in my mouth. He was so hard. He tasted so delicious; I could suck on him for hours without wanting to stop. I continued devouring his dick until his hand grabbed on to my head again and he held me there as he came deep down my throat. He shook as I licked along the sides of his dick and wiped away every last drop.

We pulled up at the house and he walked in with his pants being held up by his hand. I took off my jacket and his eyes focused on the two items I had left on my body. My waistbeads and my stilettos. He smiled. His shoes came off. His pants came off. All before we could get up the front entryway steps. I walked him into the living room and bent over a chair. He came up right behind me, dropped his boxers and slid into me as his hands grabbed on to my ass. He dove into me at a slow rhythmic pace. He moved from side to side, hitting me at every angle. I held on to the seat of the chair as he smacked my ass screwed me. When my legs began to shake, he lifted them up from the ground, causing me to slide further on to the chair. He held them up as he forced his way deeper into me, hard, firm, quick paced. Then he slowed, pulling out to the tip, teasing my clit with his head, massaging my clit with his fingers. He slid in again. Slow. So I could feel every inch dig further into me. He filled me so impeccably. He created fire throughout my whole body, orgasms from the ends of my hair to the tips of my toes. He paused, giving himself a moment before he continued.

I moved. Stood back up and sat him in the chair. I straddled him as his hands grabbed on to my ass again. I rode him as he held me. I rode him as he sucked on my nipples. I rode him as he kissed my neck. I rode his dick. He lifted me up on his dick having me bounce on it. He smacked my ass hard.

I held on to his neck as he lifted me up and placed me on the floor. My legs lifted up to his shoulders, stilettos high in the air, as he continued to f**k me. His dick had my body convulsing. His arms went under my back as he got closer and deeper into me. I felt as if I could feel every bit of his body, every bit of his soul, every bit of his energy as he came.

As the weight of his body dropped on to me, my legs wrapped around his back. He kissed my neck and I squirmed underneath him. He simple touch was causing another eruption in my body. I was already yearning for round 2.