Page 96 of Call Me Sir

Swatting his hand away, I lower myself onto him. It takes a good minute, as I did not prep whatsoever.

“You just couldn’t be patient.”

I don’t bother looking at him, and instead throw my head back, bouncing on him like it’s been forever.

“Slow down,” he warns.

“Make me.”

Sal is always gentle. However, he grips my thighs and physically stops my movement.

Meeting his gaze, his eyes burn with power.

“Who’s in charge here?”

Me, I want to say.

However, there’s a little voice of reason that tells me he’s ready to show me who’s boss tonight.

“What do you want me to do then?” I offer instead.

Before he can answer, I fold my body in half and graze one of his nipples through his shirt.

That gets me an ‘mmm’ and I transfer to the other one before lifting his shirt up and sucking them both hard, one after the other, going back and forth.

Working his dick in and out of me, I let him control the movement and focus on trying to find other ways to make him be the loud one for once.

Working my hands along his earlobes, rubbing my hands over the five o’clock shadow peppering his cheeks. Running the tips of his fingers from the base of his neck down to his navel, the pads tingling as they glide across caramel skin and dark hair on his chest.

Bending down I press gentle kisses to the middle of his chest. Craning so his chin is tucked in fully, he watches as my lips spread and pucker, then he pulls me to him and our kiss sends fireworks to my brain.

Curling, he pulls his dick out almost to the tip, then back in fully.

He’s filling me to the brim and my heart races like I’ve run miles. Sex with him always keeps me short of breath and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Gently he eases me back to a sitting position.

Now that I’ve seemed to have played with him enough, the dynamic switches and he lets me lead.

Lips tender and buzzing, body pulsing with pleasure, I let the feeling of being loved overtake me. Throwing my head back, my eyes snap shut and I ride him like crazy.

After only a few rides up and down, he grips my thighs roughly. It tears me from my head swarm. He must be close to finishing and it’s confirmed with how his breathing shifts.

Slow and steady, he’s trying so fucking hard not to lose it.

It eggs me on to ride him harder and faster.

Grabbing my dick, I stroke it and after three strokes, I’m cumming so hard it shoots from my enclosed hand up in the air and somewhere on the floor.

Sal fucks me controlling my hips and freezes, his dick pumping his load up my ass.

Seeing him lose it sends a shiver down my spine and I squeeze my ass around him.

“Ahhhh,” he hisses.

Collapsing on him, his dick leaves my ass.

I half expect him to scoot me off him. Instead, his large hands shift from my hips to cupping my ass.

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