doesn’t last long.
“Yes,” he moans, “Chloe, you have amazing breasts.”
The primal desire overcomes him and he begins to treat me like a man should. He wants me. And he is going to have me…
He passionately kisses my lips again and his hand finds its way back down to between my legs. This time he doesn’t pretend to play.
He rips my underwear down with aggression and dominance. I don’t resist… and I wouldn’t stand much of a chance if I did.
We both want this now.
“Wait,” I stop him again as the good girl in me takes over, “We really shouldn’t be doing this, should we?”
Even in the dimly lit room, I can see his eyes stare down to me, almost glittering with the hunger on his face.
He answers in a firm tone, leaving no doubt that this is the right thing to do, “Yes.”
His answer is firm. Strong. Powerful.
Oh yes…
Mitchell kisses me with a dominant force.
Wow…
I can feel the desire build from deep within my body, welling up to become an unstoppable force.
He rips off his shirt and my hands rush all over his smooth skin.
His body is rock hard and firm. It is everything I thought it would be. It is the hardest piece of flesh I have ever felt.
I want to eat him up. I want to kiss every part of him.
As he kisses me, I begin to ache with desire. I need him.
His body moves down mine until his head is between my legs. He seductively kisses the insides of my thighs and forces my legs open with his hands. His head disappears under my business skirt but I can still feel him. Oh yes, I can still feel him.
I have never let a man kiss me there before.
Oh…
His tongue connects with my wet pussy and I can’t hold it back.
“Yes…” I moan.
I am not a moaner and never have been, but right now, I can’t help it. I can’t control the noise escaping my lips.
Something enters me.
Oh…
It must be his finger. Or two fingers. Yes. Another moan escapes my lips and my head goes backwards on the couch.
My…
His wet tongue plays with my clit and new deep moans escape my lips.
Wow…
I have…
I am…
He has me.
Mitchell owns me.
I don’t want this moment to stop…
But it does.
Mitchell removes his lips from my pussy and kisses along my body again. He stands before me on the couch, and undoes his belt with an assertive movement. His trousers drop to floor and my mouth drops open.
Oh my…
Will that hurt? Can I take all that?
He waits for me but my mouth is hung open in shock. When I finally raise my eyes off his huge, hard cock, he nods towards it.
“Suck it,” he states with authority.
Doing as I’m told, I reach forward to his cock. My left hand wraps around it to feel its size…
It is huge.
My right hand comes over it as well and both my hands fit easily on his cock. I am still in shock, as I have never seen anything as big as this.
I begin to run my hands over his hard piece, before rubbing it with passion. It grows harder.
I want him in my mouth. I want his hard dick deep inside my mouth. On instinct, I take him in my mouth and he moans with deep pleasure.
“Fuck yes, Chloe!”
My hands rub up and down his shaft while my tongue runs over the head. Mitchell continues to moan deeply as his hands run through my hair.
I try to moan as well, but my mouth is full of cock.
Looking up to him, I see a large smile spread across his face.
While I run salvia over his cock, he moans with great indulgence. My head bounces on his cock and my hands run aggressively over its shaft. Oh, he tastes good. He tastes like a man.
After my mouth full of cock, I take him out of my mouth, and guide him to sit down on the couch. Hitching up my skirt, I climb over his muscular physique, straddling him.
Just as I am about to sit my wet pussy on his rock-hard member, he tosses me aside on the couch. He may be drunk but he is still in control.
I love it.
I love being dominated by a real man. I have