Page 57 of Ex-SEAL Bad Boy

Not that I’m complaining.

I love being with him, being made love to by him.

Wiggling my butt playfully against his cock, it’s obvious he’s definitely hard and ready.

But I want to play a little bit first.

I slide down a bit and flip over to face him, gently pressing on his chest to get him to lie flat on his back.

I stretch out over his chest, carefully avoiding his injury, and playfully nip at his nipples.

For some reason, I never realized that a man’s nipples can stiffen into hard points just like a woman’s when teased.

Then again, none of my exes were too much into foreplay.

I was really getting into enjoying my own personal little sexual revolution. Nothing wrong with the woman taking charge every now and then.

As I continued to gently tease his pink little buds with my long manicured nails, I switch back and forth between them nibbling and kissing them in an effort to keep them hard.

I had never heard a man moan like Ethan was moaning now.

I felt a sense of satisfaction at my own newfound ability to exert control over a man.

Turning my attention from his chest, my tongue forges a wet trail down his chest, to his stomach, then down to his erect shaft.

Rather than fully engulfing his member in my mouth, I softly kiss up and down its length, using my nails to graze the loose skin of his sack.

“Oh God,” he moans loudly. “Oh, Sophia, that’s sooooo good.”

Once again, I’m flush with victory.

Now, it’s my turn to get a little satisfaction.

I get to my feet, my balance a little unsteady on the flimsy old mattress, and straddle his prone form.

Lowering myself, I grasp his cock and position it at my entrance, sinking down until he is fully inside me.

“Ahhh,” the sound involuntarily escapes my throat.

I gently place my hands on his lower rib cage to gain a bit of leverage and slowly begin to ride him.

I see him wince slightly in the dim light filtering through the curtains, wondering if I’ve caused him pain.

It passes quickly.

I increase my pace, his cock filling me completely, drawing a stifled gasp from deep inside me each time he bottoms out in my pussy.

The feeling I get from being in control, able to set the pace, is incredible.

I can sense my orgasm building and throw caution to the wind, desperately striving for completion.

Ethan’s moans are now in sync with mine. We are both so close.

“Oh, oh, God, Ethan, come with me,” I cry out.

I can feel him suddenly grow even larger within me, and my brain dissolves into a mass of color and contractions wrack my body.

Coherence returns slowly, and I realize I’m still gently rocking on him.

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