I dare you.

Dominance

He closed his eyes, and turned his head up, his mouth wide open. ''That's more like it'' You thought and felt the evil wash over you. Your nails started scraping down his side. If he was gonna mark you, you were gonna mark him. Fair play. You pumped your hand fast, and you could hear him trying to stop the moans, but failing over and over. You laughed a little, not enough for him to notice it, he was kind of preoccupied. You then leaned in, and put your head in to it. Your hot breath hit his skin, and your lips relaxed around him. His body tightened. You rested your tongue at the tip of his length while marking him with your nails again, and he groaned deeply, in both pain and pleasure. You could feel him starting to buck his hips towards you, you just moved both your hands to his hips and pushed them back.

He looked down at you, and locked your eyes, as a loud breathy moan escapes his wetted lips. You smirked and kept moving your tongue over  the head of his length, not loosing eyecontact. He tasted salty, it was clear that he had good hygiene, or he just masturbated a lot in the shower. His chest pumped clearly back and forth, due to his heavy breathing and self restriction. You could feel your thong soaking inside your jeans.

You twirled your tongue around his head and juiced your lips.

-Fuck. He breathed out.

His voice was all lust, nothing else. You dragged your hands down his sides again, marking him again. His breath hitched. You were now in dominance of the game, and you were determined to keep it that way. Seeing him like this, it was enough to get you going at any given time. His body was burning between your hands. You smirked when you reslized how much controll you had over him. "Submissive bitch" you thought and laughed a little, he didnt notice, his heavy breathing supressing all other sounds.

You moved your lips away, and your hand took over. His flesh was wet, almost pulsating in your hand. His skin was heating up and his head wretched upwards and hit the wall again.  His hands were balled in to fists in pleasure. The sight of him, don't knowing what to do, your breath coming back after hitting his skin, his anger, your anger, you still hated him just as much, if not more, then when you met him.

Your hand moved up and down while once in a while your tongue slid over the tip of his member.  Your other hand firmly pushed him to the wall, painfully. You wanted to hurt him, bad, but at the same time you wanted him to hurt you. You wanted to feel the hate from him inside of you, you wanted to feel his hate electrocute you. His member was quite large, and small pearly drops of sweat started forming on his defined legs. You were impressed by his self restriction. You heard his breath over and over again shaking with pleasure.

His skin was beutifully tanned, flawless, and toned. His hair hung down his forehead, wet with sweat. His hands uncontrollibly grabbed for your hair, but you smacked them away
Your hand moved faster and faster, you were determined to have him come, to show him that he was no challenge for you. You again clawed your nails in to his skin, and moved your head closer, and opened your mouth.

You breath out a blow of hot breath. Your hand was tired, and his body was hot. Your lips moved closer, and once again rested around his member. The second your lips locked, you could feel the mucles in his legs, and stomach tightening, he was restraining himself.
"Comeon" you thought. Your hair blew back in forth with your head. His member was long, but you pushed yourself each time. He hit the back of your mouth every time, and you stopped yourself from gagging each time. His member was hot, and hard. His skin was smooth, and his body was delicate.

You hated to admit it, but you wanted him really fucking bad, and it was hard, seeing him like this, seeing him basically at your mercy, seeing him ecstatic, seeing his body uncontrollably rock back and forth. You had to use some serious self control, not to get back up, and bang him right there. He was gorgeous, it was no denying that, his skin was flawless, his mesmerizing eyes, and that sexy smirk. If he weren't such an ass, and you didn't hate his guts, nah... not even then.