Screw You - Dallas Winston x female!OC **COMPLETE**

Wet

Dally was attempting to maintain control. But as soon as she tugged on his hair, everything changed.

He pressed his lower half against hers. His hands shot to the back of her neck as if he were afraid she would change her mind and leave.

Dallas quickly took control, and Cynthia gladly let him.

Her hands reached for the bottom of his shirt and slowly drew it over his head. She ran her hands down his chest after it was removed, feeling the bumpy outline of his abs.

Dallas snatched her wrists and pinched them to the wall above her head.

Cynthia moaned as his hands dug into her hips and he slowly ground his pelvis into hers.

His hands went to her thighs and lifted her, prompting her to wrap her legs around his hips and place her hands on his shoulders.

He had his lips on her neck, and she let out a loud moan. Cynthia had a thing for a little pain.

She couldn't take it any longer when he ground against her. Dallas was so difficult, and she needed him.

Cynthia unwrapped her legs, and Dallas placed her on the ground.

Cynthia pushed him down on the bed and pulled down the zipper of his jeans before pulling them down as well. His member twitched as she rubbed him through his boxers. She yanked down his boxers and sucked him into her mouth.

"Fuck!" He screamed, his hips jerked up, his hands went to her hair, and she moaned.

"Do you like it?" He asked, pulling harder on her hair, and the moan she couldn't keep in confirmed it.

"Suck me, baby," he said, but it sounded more like a command.

Cynthia pushed him in and sucked like her life depended on it. She took a step back and traced her tongue around the ridge before sucking just on his head, saying, "Fuck." He yanked her away from him and smashed his lips against hers.

She sat against him, straddling his waist and grinding into him. "Don't tease me," he said. She did it again. He yanked her hair back and locked his gaze on her. "I told you not to tease me."

He pushed her away from him and rose to his feet. "Get down on your knees." His eyes told him not to argue, but it was Cynthia, she had to.

"But what if I don't want to?" She inquired.

He grabbed her hair once more and drew her face towards him, whispering in her ear, "I know you want to, but I also know how to keep you on the edge for hours without actually giving it to you. I'll tie you to the bed and eat out that tight pussy of yours, but you'll never be satisfied until you beg me to let you cum. Then I'll give it to you only if you get down on your knees and suck me like the good girl you are. Now, get down on your knees and take me into your hot mouth. I'm not going to say it again."

She knelt and looked up at him through her long lashes. "Show me what you're into." She smirked. He groaned and placed his hands on the back of her head guiding her forward.

Dally thrust his hips into her mouth making Cynthia even more turned on.

Cynthia dug her nails into his things needing more, making Dally hiss out a moan through his teeth.

"You like sucking me off, don't you?" Cynthia moaned in response, sending vibrations up his shaft.

Cynthia grazed her teeth along him, causing him to start stiffening.

He tried to pull her off him but she just pushed back forward.

His hips bucked out of control as he came inside her. She swallowed it all.