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I walk us back until my legs hit the couch in the middle of the suite.
    “You do like to take control,” he purrs.
    I drop the belt and open his fly, sliding his pants to the ground. “Oh, you have no idea, Mr. Knight.” I lift his boxer briefs over his hard bulge and slip them down, his long, thick cock completely exposed and begging to be touched. A slow hiss releases from his lips as the last of his clothing is shed. Now, it’s my turn. I slowly undo the back zipper of my skirt and seductively shimmy the fabric to my ankles, kicking it to the side. His eyes drift down my body, drinking me in like I’m all he needs to quench his thirst.
    He grazes the lace of my panties, following the line from my center to the thin string at my hip that slides into my ass. He grips my firm cheek and pulls me hard against him, his mouth slamming into mine. I can so clearly remember the sensation of him inside me, the way it fills me up and stretches me farther than I could imagine it would fit. It’s as though he was inside of me just yesterday. So, when his mouth starts to wander down my breasts to my belly to below my panty line, I stop him and say, “Later.” Taking his hands from my hips, I push him down onto the couch. “I need you in me now.”
    I lean forward until my breasts kiss his face and I’m straddling his thighs. Slowly, I lower myself down and grind my hips, my clothed sex pressing against the firmness of him.
    “Don’t tease me,” he growls as he wraps his arms tight around my back, his mouth opening to take in a breast. He lifts my hips up just enough to slip a finger around my thong and slide the string aside. I am so wet I receive him without resistance. A deep, carnal groan leaves his lips and I sigh with pleasure when he fills me up. I swivel my hips in his lap before reaching up on my toes only to glide back over the thick of his shaft again. I reach back and rest my palms on his knees and pick up my pace, fucking him with the same vigor as when he had me pressed against the window.
    He’s marveling at the pure enjoyment of me dominating him and I know its because he’s used to being the one in control. He also doesn’t know how to give it up. He takes me by the hips and lifts me so that I am on my tip toes and he pumps into me voraciously, saying my name as he thrusts in and out. I grasp hold of his shoulders to keep steady, the pounding of his cock makes me lose all other senses than what is happening directly between my thighs.
    “ Fuck ,” he snarls. “I’m so deep.”
    I lean forward, taking back the control, and push him even farther into me. A low groan slips past his lips as his mouth ravenously devours mine. His hand kneads my breast in a way that is both pleasurable and edged with a hint of pain. Just the way I like it. I drive my hips into him, my sensitive bundle of nerves rubbing against his shaft, taking me so close to the edge.
    His head falls back against the cushion, his fingers digging into my hips as he rides with me. “You fuck so good,” he breathes.
    I lean in to whisper at his ear. “I haven’t showed you all my tricks yet, Mr. Knight.” I slip him out of me, his lengthy wet and hard falling against the tuft of black hair. He looks up at me as I turn away from him, pushing his legs open and sliding between his thighs, slowly gliding him back into me.
    “Yes,” he hisses, grabbing a fistful of my ass in each hand and guiding me as I grind against him. I lean forward grabbing hold of my ankles moving all my strength to my core, giving him a magical view of my ass bouncing up and down on him. He slaps at my firm cheeks as I fuck him, causing me to cry out for more. He starts to move with me and I know he is ready to dominate. I lean back and open my legs to slide over the top of his thighs, giving him full control to take over. I want him to fuck me as hard as he can. I want the swell of him to ravish my tight little hole. His shaft hits the secret spot that makes me