think I was just going to let you get there without having my own fun too?”
“Please.” I whispered softly, my throat was dry and I was desperate to get some sort of relief.
“Knees.”
I released his head from my grip and ran my fingers down his gorgeously toned chest as I sunk to my knees before him. He pulled at his belt and unbuttoned his jeans as I sat quietly and watched—eager and excited. I wanted to please this man, I wanted to make him happy.
Optimus was the first man to make me feel this way. I’d had boyfriends growing up. Usually, boys that were living the same life as I did and liked to rebel just like me. The difference was that none of them demanded my submission or ever pushed for control. The majority of the time I was the one taking the lead.
I’d always enjoyed sex. It was a natural part of who we are as people. We have sex because we like it, we love that feeling it gives us. But it wasn’t until I met Optimus that I realized all the boys I’d screwed before were just that—boys.
Optimus was a natural born leader. Commanded attention, he talked and you fucking listened. He was what I never knew I’d been missing.
My attention snapped back as soon as his cock sprung from his pants. Optimus was gifted with something amazing in that region. It was big, it was hard, and the tip shone in the light, just begging for my tongue to taste it.
“I love seeing that look in your eyes. Just knowing that you’re dying to get your lips around my dick.” He stood up from the bed, his pants dropped to the floor and I shuffled back as he stepped out of them. He gripped his hardness in his hand and pulled at it a few times. I wiggled my hips, trying to find some sort of pressure or friction on my clit as I watched him play with himself just inches from my face. My nipples ached, needing some kind of attention. My hands instantly rose and I palmed my breasts, squeezing and pinching.
“You want it, baby?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
He hummed in appreciation as he watched me pull at my hardened buds, each tug sending a jolt straight through my body to my slick pussy.
“Thought I wanted my cock in that mouth, it obviously needs to be taught a lesson in respect from the way you spoke to me tonight,” he said deeply, trying to hold his composure but I could tell from his voice he was just as much in need as I was. “But I need to fuck you hard, and your mouth won’t be able to take the punishment I’m about to lay on you.”
My heart began to race and I had to physically stop myself from launching myself at him in a desperate need to have his body.
“Stand up and bend over the dresser,” he ordered with a short flick of his head.
I climbed back onto my feet and turned to the dresser where I’d just placed my jewelry after taking it off. I placed my hands on the top and bent slightly, knowing he was getting a perfect view of exactly how he was affecting me. I could feel that my pussy was completely drenched. I needed him inside me soon before I decided to take things into my own hands.
His body soon warmed me, his length pressed up snug between my cheeks. His hand ran up my back, starting at the base of my spine until his fingers laced into my hair. Moving his hips away, and just as I was about to protest at the loss, his cock thrust into me and he pulled at my hair simultaneously. The contrast of pain and pleasure causing me to scream out his name. He pounded into me, then drew out slowly before doing the same thing again. His other hand reached around to grasp one breast, kneading, and tweaking. My body was overcome with sensations.
“Fuck!” he growled loudly as he slammed into me again.
“Yes!” I cried as he began to speed up, but with just as much power behind his trusts. “Yes, Optimus!”
“Touch that pussy,” he ground out through his teeth. “I’m gonna make you come so hard it’s gonna feel like a vice around my dick.”
I managed to steady myself with one shaky hand as
“Please.” I whispered softly, my throat was dry and I was desperate to get some sort of relief.
“Knees.”
I released his head from my grip and ran my fingers down his gorgeously toned chest as I sunk to my knees before him. He pulled at his belt and unbuttoned his jeans as I sat quietly and watched—eager and excited. I wanted to please this man, I wanted to make him happy.
Optimus was the first man to make me feel this way. I’d had boyfriends growing up. Usually, boys that were living the same life as I did and liked to rebel just like me. The difference was that none of them demanded my submission or ever pushed for control. The majority of the time I was the one taking the lead.
I’d always enjoyed sex. It was a natural part of who we are as people. We have sex because we like it, we love that feeling it gives us. But it wasn’t until I met Optimus that I realized all the boys I’d screwed before were just that—boys.
Optimus was a natural born leader. Commanded attention, he talked and you fucking listened. He was what I never knew I’d been missing.
My attention snapped back as soon as his cock sprung from his pants. Optimus was gifted with something amazing in that region. It was big, it was hard, and the tip shone in the light, just begging for my tongue to taste it.
“I love seeing that look in your eyes. Just knowing that you’re dying to get your lips around my dick.” He stood up from the bed, his pants dropped to the floor and I shuffled back as he stepped out of them. He gripped his hardness in his hand and pulled at it a few times. I wiggled my hips, trying to find some sort of pressure or friction on my clit as I watched him play with himself just inches from my face. My nipples ached, needing some kind of attention. My hands instantly rose and I palmed my breasts, squeezing and pinching.
“You want it, baby?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
He hummed in appreciation as he watched me pull at my hardened buds, each tug sending a jolt straight through my body to my slick pussy.
“Thought I wanted my cock in that mouth, it obviously needs to be taught a lesson in respect from the way you spoke to me tonight,” he said deeply, trying to hold his composure but I could tell from his voice he was just as much in need as I was. “But I need to fuck you hard, and your mouth won’t be able to take the punishment I’m about to lay on you.”
My heart began to race and I had to physically stop myself from launching myself at him in a desperate need to have his body.
“Stand up and bend over the dresser,” he ordered with a short flick of his head.
I climbed back onto my feet and turned to the dresser where I’d just placed my jewelry after taking it off. I placed my hands on the top and bent slightly, knowing he was getting a perfect view of exactly how he was affecting me. I could feel that my pussy was completely drenched. I needed him inside me soon before I decided to take things into my own hands.
His body soon warmed me, his length pressed up snug between my cheeks. His hand ran up my back, starting at the base of my spine until his fingers laced into my hair. Moving his hips away, and just as I was about to protest at the loss, his cock thrust into me and he pulled at my hair simultaneously. The contrast of pain and pleasure causing me to scream out his name. He pounded into me, then drew out slowly before doing the same thing again. His other hand reached around to grasp one breast, kneading, and tweaking. My body was overcome with sensations.
“Fuck!” he growled loudly as he slammed into me again.
“Yes!” I cried as he began to speed up, but with just as much power behind his trusts. “Yes, Optimus!”
“Touch that pussy,” he ground out through his teeth. “I’m gonna make you come so hard it’s gonna feel like a vice around my dick.”
I managed to steady myself with one shaky hand as
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