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He told me “no”. After drug induced courage, I finally made my move. We kissed passionately; he held my face in his hands and pried me off of his lips. I didn’t feel rejected; I felt his controlling hands and only wanted more. I wanted him to tell me what to do, to show me how to make him cum. He whispered in my ear. Some was just moans, other times, telling me that he did want this. This only made me wetter. I could feel heat as well as my juices soaked through my pants.
I wanted him to give in to it. I wanted him to dominate me the way I knew he wanted to. I ached all over, fantasizing about him throwing me to his bed, forcing my arms above my head and him binding them to his bed frame. I would of course not give in yet. I imagined him ripping my shirt while attempting to finger fuck me through my pants. After examining and toughening my nipples he would move south. He moved off the end of the bed and yanked my ankles to pull me down as well. Removing my pants roughly and quickly, he then took a moment to admire the way my panties caressed the curves and lips of my pussy. I kept my legs tight together. I was embarrassed of my moist garments and of my desire. He climbed on top of me and showed me how much he was desiring me; rubbing his hard bulge against the lips of my pussy. Using his knee, he spread my legs. He bunched and pulled tightly from the back; and rubbed my outline, through my now soaking underwear.
After pushing the impeding fabric to the side, he inserted only one finger into my pussy, as a shiver flowed through my whole body. I couldn’t help but fear I would cum before I ever met his erect cock. He didn’t keep me waiting for long. He removed his pants but left his briefs. He slid his cock out and guided it into my mouth. As I wished, he showed me what he wanted and gripped my hair between his fingers to achieve just the right speed. I couldn’t pretend to be modest; I slurped as he popped his head in and out, against my cheek. I held out my tongue to taste him as he slapped my chin with his dick.
Just when I thought it was all going to be about him, he unbound my hands from the bed. He then bound them behind my back and he instructed me to stand above him. He sat on the bed and I was to turn around. He instructed me to straddle him. I was still standing so he could examine again, what he was about to enter. He then allowed me to lower myself to his lap. He took hold of my hands, still behind me and positioned me the correct way to receive him. His legs flexed to raise my bottom just enough so as I lowered again; it was around his hard cock.
He bounced me up and down; he pulled at the ropes binding my hands. As he pulled he forced my back to arch in just a way; that with each thrust, his cock grazed my swollen clit and pounded against my g spot. He started to slow and removed the bindings around my wrists. He told me to turn around on top of him. He cupped my breasts and told me to ride him as he pinched and pulled my nipples taunt. I started grinding slowly in circles so I could feel every inch of him inside me. He didn’t seem to mind the sounds of his cock splashing around in my pool.
He told me “no” again, but this time he was trying to resist releasing inside me. He grasped my breasts hard; as he told me he wanted me to cum too. He was more talkative now and it was doing the trick. He moaned as he instructed me to make my tight pussy cum around his exploding cock. He told me to stay on top so my convulsing walls could squeeze every drop out him. And so I did.
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