Taming Otto

Endless Pleasure

Otto pulls you into a passionate kiss, overcome with joy at your confession of love. He grabs your hand and lifts you to stand. He guides you back towards the bedroom, but before you even get to the door, Otto hoists you up, lips locking against your neck. You wrap your legs tightly around his waist.

Reaching the bed, he sits on the edge with your legs still wrapped around his waist. Now straddling him, his hands work their way up your sides, rubbing circles into your hips. His lips move from your neck, leaving a trail of kisses up your jaw before moving on to your lips. His tongue begs for entrance, and you gladly accept, giving him full access to swirl his tongue with yours.

He quickly stands up and turns around to lay you on the bed, gently. His hands now moving from your waist down to your thighs, leaving goosebumps. His hands caress your thighs, gripping them with ease.

His lips leave yours, earning a small whimper from you at the loss of contact. You desperately yearn for more of him. His arms work swiftly to raise you off the bed slightly and remove your shirt before unclasping your bra. The arms lay you back down, once more leaving you desperate for him. Hands moving up to your breasts, he massages them lightly before moving his lips to your n*pple.

You feel his teeth graze you at he sucks and nibbles on your breast, making you arch your back to get closer to him. He moves his way down to your torso, licking and kissing every inch of you.

Otto's arms float around the room mindlessly waiting for his direction. One comes down towards you and works to unbutton you pants. You don't mind, you aren't scared of them. Pants removed, he wastes no time discarding your panties.

Otto steps back to admire you, taking in every inch of your now exposed body, before diving back in, wasting no time. His arms continue to stabilize his body as his fingers begin to travel down past your waistline.

Licking his lips in concentration, his fingers begin to swirl around your cl*t, finding it with ease, teasing you. You start to squirm into his touch, grinding into his fingers unwillingly. His arms come down to pin your hips back to the bed. You groan in frustration, ready to feel more from him.

A finger enters your core, pumping slowly and picking up speed. Your head immediately falls back in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut.

"Open your eyes and look at me, baby," Otto demands.

You force your eyes open to look at him. His eyes, darker than you remember, filled with lust and filled with love, all just for you.

You want him, all of him, and he can tell. Two of his arms wrap around the bottom of your thighs, lifting them up and out, opening you up for him. The other two plant themselves firmly on the headboard, stabilizing Otto, hovering him above you. He stares into your eyes.

"Are you ready, y/n?" Otto asks.

You nod, "Yes sir"

"Beg for it then," he orders.

"Please sir... I want you.. I need you" you beg.

"Please what? What is you need?" he demands once more.

"Please, I want... I need you to f*ck me" you moan, feeling him grind against you.

Otto smiles, finally getting what he wanted from you. He stands up, undressing to reveal himself fully. He climbs back on top of you, arms re-stabilizing him. He smiles before he plunges into you, filling you completely. You gasp, breathing heavily, taken back by his size. Letting you adjust to him, he waits for your nod to keep going. After a brief moment, you nod, ready for more. He slips in and out, going slow and gentle. With each slow entrance you let out soft, little moans. Otto comes down, laying some of his weight on you. His head rests on your shoulder nuzzling into your collarbone. Understanding his silent request, your moans direct toward his ear, allowing him to hear your declarations of pleasure. You feel his hot breath speeding up against your neck, turned on by your whimpers, practically begging to go harder. Your hands come up underneath him and grab at his shoulder blades, pulling him in, hinting that you are ready for even more.

Otto speeds up, your head rolls back, as your body is overcome with endless pleasure. Your fingers dig into his back before he sits up looking down at you. His hands grab at the top of your thighs, his thumbs pressing into you almost causing a bruise. Thighs in hand, he pulls you into him, going harder and faster each time, lightly grunting with each thrust. The soft noises that escape your mouth turn to loud moans as his head lifts up to the ceiling. You both let go, your moans intertwining, wrapping around one another, in a chorus of ecstasy.

The pleasure takes control of your body, your back arching and your head rolling back into the pillow. Your body tingles, on the edge, ready to release.

"F*ck," you say breathy, barely able to speak.

Your toes curl as a wave of blissful pleasure washes over your body. You let out a loud high pitched moan as Otto continues through your org*am, only pausing for a moment to watch your legs shake and your body squirm.

"Good girl," he praises.

He keeps thrusting, intoxicated and mesmerized by your body, his grunts and moans growing more intense and closer together.

With one final thrust, Otto collapses on top of you, panting, satisfied. You wrap your arms around him, his head resting in your neck. You stroke his hair as his breaths slow. After a short while, he comes back up, locking eyes with you. Passion glows in his eyes as he gazes at you. His arms move him to the side of you, and you curl into him, resting your head on his bare chest. Otto chuckles as your body still shakes slightly.

"Worth the wait?" he inquires.

"Yes sir" you pant.

"Glad we are in agreement" he chuckles.

One of his arms hands him a wet rag. You reach for the rag but Otto refuses, "I've got you baby girl" and he begins to clean you up, juices still flowing.

"I love you Otto" you softly say.

Otto plants a final kiss on your head, "I love you too"

The arms lift him out of bed as he places the rag into a hamper. He slides back into bed, turning to face you. He runs his hand along your side, feeling each curve and crease. You look down at his stomach, seeing the scars that surround the belt of the arms.

"Does it hurt," you ask softly.

"Not really anymore," he says, placing your hand on the area. "See? I can't even feel that"

You move your hand up to his chest, outlining his muscles. "You should be shirtless more often,"

Otto laughs, "I'll keep that in mind"

You both drift off to sleep in each other's arms, still riding the high of the night's events.