One-Shots

@xxsbaexx

If you'd like to call me anything, it is certainly lonely. 

Following my terrible history in life, my hurt,  my trauma. Yeah, I guess you could say I deserved better, but what more should I expect after leaving a terrible relationship?

My parents didn't make it any better with the trauma they caused me, or the people who abused me. I've been through it all. Although this sucked, a friend of mine had my back for sure. She supported me and allowed me to stay with her and her boyfriend. It was even better once I locked eyes with him.  

Yes him.

He owned the home my friend and her boyfriend lived in. I didn't know it was him, but once I saw him it brought me back to life. It made me forget my trauma, my bad past and even the situation I was in. He happened to be the one guy I'd been eyeballing everyday at my job for 3 years. 

If I knew I wanted anything, it was him.

He was built like a lover. He was tall and strong, skinny but lean. And God, his eyes gripped every ounce of air I had to offer my lungs. Just once glance was enough to cause an orgasm. He reeked of love and passion and I couldn't help but crave it. 

He knew the power he held with those eyes, I swear it. He never looked at me for what others used me for, he stared me in my eyes every moment he could with the intention to understand and caress my mind. His power was like a heaven sent strength that ate my trauma alive. The confidence he gave broke my fears like the useless baggage they are. 

Underneath this power was a broken man. You'd never know him like I do. His last wife was obviously not his screws or bolts, but clearly I was. Even from a few months of friendship and conversation, it showed that we belonged without any hesitation. She couldn't ward off his depression or suicidal thoughts, but instead she added to them. And here I was to be his fix, his muse. 

Upon the finalization of his divorce, we grew closer, our passion grew. It was strong enough to build a house on. Even through this time, not once did he disturb my trauma or build onto it. We slept in the same bed 3 times and he still respected me. He kept his hands to himself and spoke words in a tone that guided security over me. 

The time finally came. We had our friends over at his house and shared drinks. I guess you could say we we're pretty comfortable as we all hung out naked. It's what good friends can do. 

We caressed one another in the hot tub and God it was amazing. The vibrations from his soul was like a tune only my heart could hear. His eyes alone had me hooked I could only imagine what it would be like to watch emotions flow through them with him inside me. Our kisses we're so sweet and paralyzing. Soon, we are just attached by the mouth, it felt so right. I climbed over him, ignoring the swishing water and and bubbles. He teased at my lips so right and knew how to interest me. Without any warning, he stood, lifting me from the hot tub and carrying me to my room. 

He laid me out across the bed and I submitted. Even through my independence and strong willed attitude, I couldn't help but love it all. At this point his lips are still loving mine, he starts touching me right where I needed to be touched. Every area he touched was like a wound only he could heal. And he did just that. He made his way down my chest, keeping the moment perfect and intact, he made his way down to my slit. Giving his all and everything, he licked and sucked me perfectly. He gave me everything all at once, while still having more to give. I couldn't help but to moan and arch at every thing he did. His mouth was behaving like he practiced, like he researched my body and knew exactly how to please it. I dripped and softened to him, giving him a nonverbal moment of consent. 

He rose and soon after slid into me. His erection protruded and opened me up to a new world of pleasure. I thought I wanted nothing to do with being this way, but his energy rose inside me and made me crave him more. His sex was powerful and emotional, it made me enjoy being submissive. I wanted nothing more than to bow to him and be under his control. I just wanted to please him, to impress him and let him know I was all his.

I've never experienced such gentle but powerful control with someone inside me. I expected to reach a point but not this point with him, not this soon. Although I felt I was giving in, I knew from the moment we started drinking that he too, gave in. He was waiting patiently, he waited and invested in my mind and my emotions before my sex and that says more than enough about him.

He fucked me endlessly, never losing attraction and interest and gaining my attention more than ever. I gave into him without any hesitation or second guessing. His cock was more than enough to give me repeated moments of twinges and striking orgasms. He teased at me and held me to a higher standard than anyone ever has, he erased my abuse, my hurt and my worries and continued to do so for over an hour. Moans and groans escaped from both of our mouths, pushing him closer and closer to planting his controlled cream inside of me. 

It was exhilarating knowing he'd never take advantage of me and that he would've never taken any chances if I had not let my guard down and submitted to just him.

He's all mine. My king, and I am forever his queen.