He looks up at you as you enter the room. His eyes roam over your body. Drinking you in. His already dark eyes are growing darker. Impossibly dark. Lust fills them as he tells you to come over. Now. You do as you're told. You always do. When he tells you to do something, you do it. Standing in front of him, he pulls you down into his lap, your legs on each side of his as you straddle him. His hands grab a hold on your hips as he pulls you closer, grinding you down on his growing erection.
A soft moan slips from your lips as he grinds up against your aching core. Your panties are already wet. Your hands grab at his shirt as you move against him. A low groan rumbles from his chest, and one of his hands trails its way up to caress your left boob. Pinching slightly on your nipple, he elicits another moan from you as you lean into his touch.
Not one for leaving a job half done, he moves his hand over to your other breast and works his magic on that one too. Your hips keep moving as you rut yourself against him for friction. His hand comes back down to your hip, and in one smooth move, he lifts you up and off him as he stands up. Turning you around, he bends you over the table and hikes up your dress. A hard, but oh, so delicious, slap lands on your ass. Sending tingles through your spine.
His fingers hook into your panties and he rips them off. The sheer fabric disintegrates between his fingers, and the shreds fall to the floor next to you. You hear the belt buckle unclasp, his zipper being dragged down, and shuffling of clothes behind you. And then you feel his heat against your back as he leans in over you, whispering in a low voice dripping with lust,
"You ready? Be a good girl and don't make a sound."
You nod. And that's all the confirmation he needs. He grips his hard cock in his hand and drags it along your wet slit, bumping gently against your clit. You have to bite down on your lip to keep yourself from moaning out his name. Dragging his cock through your lips, he pushes himself in between and into your aching pussy. Slowly, oh so slowly, he slides deeper and deeper. It feels like it takes forever until he bottoms out in you. He slides back out almost all the way before he stills.
"Hold onto something. I'm gonna fuck you fast and hard, just how you love it," he says and sighs, then thrusts in. all the way, hard. Making you gasp with the delicious feeling of all of him inside you.
You wrap your fingers over the edge of the table he's got you pinned down to just as he starts to thrust harder and faster. The table is shaking below you. His hands have a steady grip on each side of your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. Most likely gonna bruise. But you don't care. You want him to mark you. Make you his.
His tempo increases as he thrusts into you with such intensity and the angle, he keeps nudging that sweet spot inside over and over. And not before long, he has you seeing stars as you cum quick and hard around him. Clenching down on his cock as you squeeze him so tightly, making him falter in his tempo, and then he lets go and comes with your name on his lips as he keeps chanting it over and over while painting your insides with his cum. He slumps down on your back, both of you breathing heavily as you try to come back down to reality. He's starting to slacken inside, and he pulls out and stands back up. His cum runs down your thighs as you stand and walk into the bathroom to clean up the mess he made. One you'd more than happily let him make again and again and again.
