Page 21 of Obeying the Owner

My God, I can’t wait to get my dick inside her.

I unzip the side of her skirt and drag it down her long, smooth legs until she’s lying before me, completely naked. My eyes trace over every inch of her twice.

Goddamn, she’s perfect.

My fingers feel numb as I undo the line of buttons on my shirt. Most likely from all the blood in my body currently flooding my groin. I quickly strip it off, and I’m already undoing my belt before it even hits the floor. Seconds later, I’m standing naked beside the bed.

“That was fast. I hope that doesn’t foretell how the rest of this night’s going to go,” Mae says, giggling.

I sit on the edge of the mattress and shift over until I’m lying next to her. Propping my head on my hand, I stare down into her vivid blue eyes. “You’re a cheeky little thing. Be careful, or you just might get your ass spanked.” I watch her reaction in case my threat scares her. But, once again, she surprises me by smiling.

She drags her bottom lip between her teeth before confessing, “I might not hate that.”

Oh Jesus.

My dick aches from the pressure building. I’ve reached a super-boner level, and if I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll lose my mind.

I reach a hand over, pulling her hip as I roll to my back and take her with me. She ends up lying on top of me, staring down with wide eyes.

“You move me around like I’m light as a feather.”

I laugh. “You are.” Wrapping one arm around her waist, I thrust my other hand into her hair, cupping the back of her head and applying pressure. “Be a good girl and kiss me.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers with a wicked smile right before our lips connect.

There’s no gentleness. This time, we’re two strangers with undeniable chemistry who are ravenous for one another.

Our mouths go to war, our tongues dueling, while my hand glides down from her waist to clutch an ass cheek. I knead the roundness with my fingertips, then caress my palm over the smooth, warm skin. My other hand lowers to squeeze her other ass cheek. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt anything as soft before.

The more of her body I explore, the more I’m convinced she’s flawless.

She rocks her hips, rubbing against my hard-on. She’s so wet, I slide back and forth between her warm lips, and it’s all I can do to keep from angling my hips and sinking inside her.

I push her to her back once more and tear my lips free. “Condom,” I say, kneeling as I frantically grab one from the nightstand drawer.

Mae comes up behind me, wrapping her arms around my chest and pressing her tits into my back. Ripping it open, I focus on rolling it down my length while she trails kisses along my neck, distracting me.

I feel like I’m fifteen years old again and putting a condom on for the first time.

Rising from the mattress, I turn around. Her eyes lower to my dick, and her lips part, letting me know she likes what she sees.

I pick her up, tossing her to the middle of the bed. She giggles as I crawl between her spread legs, but the second the head of my dick nudges her entrance, she goes silent. Except for the shaky inhale she drags in.

Gripping my cock, I rub the tip between her slick, pink lips. “Don’t forget your safe word,” I say.

Mae looks straight into my eyes. “Forget about my safe word. Just fuck me.” She clutches my shoulders, dragging me down against her gentle curves. I guide myself to the promised land, pushing slowly inside her.

It’s a tight fit at first. I have to take my time as she gets acclimated to my size. She wiggles her hips underneath me and spreads her legs, taking me in deeper.

“Yes.” She groans her approval in my ear. “Take me, please,” she begs, snapping the fragile threads of resistance.

Drawing my hips back, I thrust forward until I’m buried to the hilt. “Christ,” I groan. I’ve just gotten inside of her, but the way her tight, wet channel is squeezing my cock almost drives me to the brink.

I pause to drag in a deep breath. Her pleasure is important to me. I want this to be the best sex of her life—a night she’ll never forget. I can’t be some two-pump chump who doesn’t know what he’s doing. I need to show her the benefits of being with an older man. God knows she’ll be the star of all my fantasies from now on, and I’d like to be in a few of hers as well.

Shifting forward, I lift her hips and prop them up with a pillow before I start to move. With her pelvis raised, every stroke of my cock makes contact with her G-spot. I keep the tempo slow but steady to start.

“Yes, harder,” she says, wrapping her long legs around my hips.

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