I want!
Stiles backed off and spun her around, bending her over the table. He ran his hands up her thighs and under her dress, pushing the tight fitting fabric up as he went. Her ass exposed, he jerked her thong down and dropped to his knees behind her, burying his face between her legs.
“Mother-fuck!” she cried as she reached behind her and grabbed him by his short-cut hair to pull his face into her even harder. She held his face tight as he lapped and probed while squirming his face around, his passion feeding hers. Stiles was everything she wanted in a lover, treating her with kindness, understanding and respect…until they were in the bedroom. There, he became another man, gentle if she asked him to be, but otherwise a man who took what he wanted and, in doing so, gave her back far more in return.
He rose, panting slightly as his desires roared. Never had he been with a woman such as Bridget, a woman who not only allowed, but encouraged him to indulge in the dark side of his personality, the side that came out during sex, the side that needed to fuck long and hard, to dominate or be dominated. In the past he had kept that part of himself in check, or indulged it only occasionally, but Bridget seemed to thrive on it, encouraging him through her actions to explore his wilder side.
She turned to face him, dropping to her knees again as she tugged roughly at his pants before pulling them down to expose his throbbing erection. He was the largest man she had ever been with, almost too large for her to swallow…almost. She took him into her mouth, allowing Stiles to pull her head forward until her nose was pressed against his pelvis. Over the past year they had developed a trust and she knew he would never go too far, would never hurt her, and she thrilled in the struggle for dominance. But where Terry would surrender without a struggle, Stiles would not, battling her for control until she ultimately surrendered to him. That capitulation, that giving into his power, the knowing that he was his own man and she couldn’t push him around, even in the bedroom, thrilled her like nothing else. She was his fucking bitch, and she knew he would fight to the death for her.
He held her head as she worked her tongue against his balls, her fingers digging hard into his ass and pulling him in. She shoved back, and he relaxed his hold, allowing her to catch her breath before pulling her down again with a growl. “Fuck…” he gasped, baring his teeth as his pleasure soared. He wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this. He tried to push her away, but she clung to him, her tongue battering his cock. With his ankles tangled by his pants, he couldn’t easily step away, and with her fighting against his attempts to pull her off his cock, he was afraid of hurting her. She continued to face fuck herself, his cock making noises as it plunged in out of her mouth.
She could sense him twisting up with orgasm, so she redoubled her efforts. She knew he was fighting his orgasm as he tried to pull her away, but that was part of the game, part of the struggle, part of what made fucking Stiles so good! He began to growl as he gave himself over to his orgasm, barking out his completion as he came in her mouth, holding her tight as he grunted, before releasing her. She rose, smiling at him seductively, before kissing him long and hard on the mouth.
He accepted her kiss, her mouth still coated with his semen, but he didn’t care. He pushed her away and again turned her to face the couch, ripping her dress over her head before pushing her down. She tried to rise, but he shoved her down again, and she stayed this time, reaching across the couch and grabbing the other side.
She smiled as she steadied herself, knowing from experience she was about to have the shit pounded out of her, and she welcomed it. She had learned that Stiles had almost no refectory period, which allowed him to fuck her long and
Stiles backed off and spun her around, bending her over the table. He ran his hands up her thighs and under her dress, pushing the tight fitting fabric up as he went. Her ass exposed, he jerked her thong down and dropped to his knees behind her, burying his face between her legs.
“Mother-fuck!” she cried as she reached behind her and grabbed him by his short-cut hair to pull his face into her even harder. She held his face tight as he lapped and probed while squirming his face around, his passion feeding hers. Stiles was everything she wanted in a lover, treating her with kindness, understanding and respect…until they were in the bedroom. There, he became another man, gentle if she asked him to be, but otherwise a man who took what he wanted and, in doing so, gave her back far more in return.
He rose, panting slightly as his desires roared. Never had he been with a woman such as Bridget, a woman who not only allowed, but encouraged him to indulge in the dark side of his personality, the side that came out during sex, the side that needed to fuck long and hard, to dominate or be dominated. In the past he had kept that part of himself in check, or indulged it only occasionally, but Bridget seemed to thrive on it, encouraging him through her actions to explore his wilder side.
She turned to face him, dropping to her knees again as she tugged roughly at his pants before pulling them down to expose his throbbing erection. He was the largest man she had ever been with, almost too large for her to swallow…almost. She took him into her mouth, allowing Stiles to pull her head forward until her nose was pressed against his pelvis. Over the past year they had developed a trust and she knew he would never go too far, would never hurt her, and she thrilled in the struggle for dominance. But where Terry would surrender without a struggle, Stiles would not, battling her for control until she ultimately surrendered to him. That capitulation, that giving into his power, the knowing that he was his own man and she couldn’t push him around, even in the bedroom, thrilled her like nothing else. She was his fucking bitch, and she knew he would fight to the death for her.
He held her head as she worked her tongue against his balls, her fingers digging hard into his ass and pulling him in. She shoved back, and he relaxed his hold, allowing her to catch her breath before pulling her down again with a growl. “Fuck…” he gasped, baring his teeth as his pleasure soared. He wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this. He tried to push her away, but she clung to him, her tongue battering his cock. With his ankles tangled by his pants, he couldn’t easily step away, and with her fighting against his attempts to pull her off his cock, he was afraid of hurting her. She continued to face fuck herself, his cock making noises as it plunged in out of her mouth.
She could sense him twisting up with orgasm, so she redoubled her efforts. She knew he was fighting his orgasm as he tried to pull her away, but that was part of the game, part of the struggle, part of what made fucking Stiles so good! He began to growl as he gave himself over to his orgasm, barking out his completion as he came in her mouth, holding her tight as he grunted, before releasing her. She rose, smiling at him seductively, before kissing him long and hard on the mouth.
He accepted her kiss, her mouth still coated with his semen, but he didn’t care. He pushed her away and again turned her to face the couch, ripping her dress over her head before pushing her down. She tried to rise, but he shoved her down again, and she stayed this time, reaching across the couch and grabbing the other side.
She smiled as she steadied herself, knowing from experience she was about to have the shit pounded out of her, and she welcomed it. She had learned that Stiles had almost no refectory period, which allowed him to fuck her long and
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