Exiled... Again

Jacobi 48

He tried... several times to take control, but I was too experienced to allow that to happen. I pinned Beaux to the bed and began to work, I had a lot of experience riding dick and Beaux didn't know what he was in for.... eventually I would ALLOW him to take control, but only for a second... I started off slow, maintaining direct eye contact and allowing my ass to entrance him, I could see the agony in his face... the good kind of agony where he bit down on his lip, twisted and turned, mouth flew open, eyes rolled to the bad of his head, words came out of his mouth in whisper moan hybrid and I couldn't help but smile. Trust me I was smiling for a whole host of reasons; seeing this sexy ass dude completely melt under my control, knowing that at any moment if I so choose I could have him nutting, but the MAIN reason I was smiling was because his dick just felt so damn good, it was just... perfect. The perfect length, girthy, veiny, everything I personally liked, and more. Beaux moved his hands to my waist, another futile attempt to gain control but I subtly removed his hand and pinned them above his head while continuing to ride his dick.... Beaux pushed my hands away and once again tried to assert his dominance.... okay, see now I was going to have to show him who the fuck I was and why it was the best mistake of his life to underestimate me.

"Stop...." I whispered and Beaux seemed annoyed but he relaxed his hands behind his head and I started to ride his dick slowly. His head fell back and it was almost involuntary reaction his hands started to move towards my waist but he caught himself and his hands clenched into fist as he placed him by his side.

"Oh fuck nigga...." Beaux said in agony as he closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. I leaned down and started kissing him, Beaux's tongue forced it's way into my mouth and I began suckin on it roughly... Beaux seemed completely helpless as I broke away from our kiss and pressed my body against his and started suckin on his neck. "Lemme fuck bruh...." Beaux whispered in my ear.

"We are...." I said laughing but I knew that's not what he meant, he wanted to be in control. "We're not there yet... you aren't ready." I said and Beaux seemed to take that as a challenge, he heard my words but he wasn't listening.....

"Fuck at least let see that ass...." Beaux begged and I figured it was the least I could do.... I climbed off his dick and noticed his legs were shaking slightly, he caught me looking and trying to play it off as if he were stretching. I turned away from him and heard him mumble fuck as he looked at my ass, despite my no touching rule I gave him a pass to let him run his hands all over my ass, stopping him once his fingers got a little too familiar with my hole.

Once we removed his hands I grabbed his dick and rubbed the head against my hole, it was amazing watching the hairs on his legs stand up.... it was music to my ears listening to his moans of agony as I teased him. Little did Beaux know, this was a dangerous position for him... he was in for a rough ride and there was nothing he could do to stop it. I started off slow, rolling my hips and letting relish in the feeling of my ass wrapped around his dick, once he was in a false sense of comfortability I switched it up going crazy on his dick, feeling his body rise off the bed, hearing his moans echo throughout the room.

"YO CHI... YO CHIL..... YO CHILL!!! BRUH HOLD UP!!! FUCK NIGGA!!! OH MY GODT!!!!" Beaux moaned grabbing onto hips but I was in my zone, he couldn't stop me and I honestly believed that he really didn't want to.  "LET'S... LET'S.... FUCK!!!" Beaux's words weren't making any sense. Beaux sat up and wrapped his arms around my waist and started kissing my neck.

"What's the matter... can't take it?" I asked as my voice shuddered, for as confident as I was trying to sound his dick felt way too good and I knew the slightest slip-up and this nigga would have me in here calling him daddy.

I finally relented and allowed Beaux to push me all the forward until I was laying on my stomach. Beaux's strokes were maddening (in a good way). They were the type of strokes that would have you running around his house cleaning up, singing with all manner of woodland creatures. They were the type of strokes that left you in a daze where you didn't know whether to cry from pleasure or to run because he was liable to have you going through withdrawals about ten minutes after finished fuck.... Each stroke was different, but had the same meaning; basically what Beaux was telling me through his dick was that this was definitely going to happen again he was hooked....