I woke up to Claire. She has tied me to the bedframe, and was standing in the slutiest lingerie age could've possibly found. Normally, this would make me excited, but recently, Claire was getting boring. I wanted something new, but I really just wanted to have sex, and she knew that, so she started as soon as I woke up. She got on top of me and started grinding, and grinding, and grinding. Finally, she noticed the boner, and ripped off my jeans. My shirt was already off, and I was left in my boxers. She slid her hands into my boxers, and gave me a handjob. I hated being tired up, it mentioned that I couldn't make her do what I wanted. It meant she was in control. I was dominant. I was supposed to be in control. She knew that. I whispered her name. "Hhmm?" She noised.
"Suck my dick." I said quiet and calm.
She was great at that, but she hated it. Every second. She'd rather being doing a girl. I knew that, so after she was done, I was going to give her a gift, but instead of just doing the job, and moving on, she licked my tongue. I ordered her to have sex with me, and she refused. "You're a dick." She spat, and she walked into the kitchen for some weed.
"Listen, Claire, I will let you have sex with any of my friends with benefits if you have sex with me right now."
"Hmm." She contemplated.
"Please?" I begged.
"Okay. Fine."
So we had sex. Amazing sex. For hours, and then I got a text.
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Those Lips
RomanceThose lips lie, until she meets Damon. Kaia is tired of moving around and not being loved. She is giving up, and is just sick of being here, but when she meets Damon her whole world is turned upside down and her fragile state is comforted by his str...
