“Take your jeans off.” This demand’s more stable, the rein she’s been given settling in on her. “Underwear too. All of it. Off.”
I duck my head and bite on my grin, not about to ruin this for her by letting in on the fact I find it fucking adorable, sexy in the cutest of ways, and make a slow show of stripping.
“Now, come closer,” she purrs, crawling to the edge of the bed on all fours. Scratch the cute… that ain’t nothing but sexy as hell. “I want you in my mouth. Put it there.”
Another groan stifled, and ‘adorable’ gone up in a cloud of fuck me, I take my hard, hungry cock in hand, keeping my strokes slow and grip loose as I study her. Is she conceding, silently asking me to take charge, or is this another act of power, directing me off the script she most desires; her deepest secret being the want to surrender? I can’t be sure, hooded, glazed eyes contradicting her words, but I go with it… watching for any “tells” as I guide the tip of my dick to her waiting, open lips.
She answers me; Lord, does she ever… her kittenish mewl, edged with delirium, and the shudder that wracks her body rocking me to my fucking core with certainty. She’s indeed the boss, and loving every second of it.
Her tongue snakes out, stealing the pre-cum, and my sanity, with a deft flick, then curving to cradle the underside in a mind-blowing lick from balls to crown. My head lolls back, a gnarly groan rattling my chest as I shove my fingers in her hair. “Goddamn, I love that sassy-ass mouth of yours. Give me the whole fucking thing. Take all of me, baby. Swallow every fucking inch of my cock and suck the shit out of it.”
She hums around the head, the vibrations shooting down my shaft to settle as a hot tingle in my balls. Fingers instinctively digging into her scalp, I have to force myself to ease up, stopping the punch of my hips mid-thrust. Her show, Sutton. Her lead. So slow your fucking roll, literally.