Page 50 of Just a Number

I grab the strip of condoms and tear one off, throwing the rest to the side. Within a moment, I have it out of the packet and rolled down my aching cock.

“Good boy. Are you ready to fill me up?”

“Very.”So fucking ready.My hands instinctively reach up to caress her breasts while she moves into position to ride my dick.

“No. Hands off. No touching just yet.” Her authoritative tone makes her instantly hotter.

“Yes ma’am, whatever you say.” I drop my hands to my sides, trying to hold back the disappointment but also eager to see where this goes.

She doesn’t stop there, grabbing both my wrists to place them above my head on the pillows. It takes all my willpower not to suck on her nipples, so tantalisingly close to my face, but I’m very much enjoying Mel taking control and it turns out I also enjoy being her good boy.

I gasp as she wraps something around my wrists, looking up to see her using a dressing gown belt to tie my wrists together.Fuck, this woman is going to end me. What a way to go.

As Mel straightens, she runs her nails down my chest until her hips line up with mine. A groan escapes my lips as she grabs my cock, lining it up with her pussy. She rubs the tip against her entrance and I wish I could feel the wetness without the condom. Slowly, she eases the tip just inside and inch by inch, my cock disappears deeper inside her, her pussy stretching around it. When she’s fully seated, our pleasured groans harmonise together. We hold position, me deep within her for a moment,as I take a couple of deep breaths. “I could never tire of being buried deep inside you.”

Her eyes go wide and her pupils dilate. She begins to rock her hips back and forward, grinding in circles while impaled on me. Her pussy clenches as if it’s desperate for me. The tightness clamping around me makes my eyes want to roll back in my head.It feels so fucking good. And what an incredible view.

Her pussy is wet and hot and I’m having to hold myself back from thrusting up into her. She builds up her rhythm riding me, her hands on my chest with her head thrown back. She looks magnificent, bouncing on my cock, the wet slapping sounds as she slams down onto me drive me closer and closer to the edge. My fingers twitch, desperate to run up her legs, over her hips, and up her ribs to caress those beautiful breasts.

“Please, Mel, untie me so I can touch you,” I beg.

“Patience, boyo. I’m not done playing with you yet.” What else could she have in mind?

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course. Use me however you want.” I can’t hold back my eagerness.

Her face clouds with hesitation, so I nod to give her further encouragement. Her hand slides up my chest to rest around my neck. There’s pressure and a hint of the threat of not being able to breathe. I never imagined anything like this, or how good it would feel. I love how she’s asserting herself and turning me all the way on in the process.

She slips her other hand down between her legs, drawing a finger across her clit while she rides me slowly. As she lifts it back up, it’s drenched with arousal. My lips part as she pushes it into my mouth. I can’t contain my moan as the taste of her sweetness coats my tongue.

She keeps her finger in my mouth, with her other hand on my throat as she picks up the pace. Her cunt squeezes me and thepressure in my balls increases. I’m desperate to let go. Mel is panting now, a thin layer of sweat making her body glow as she chases another orgasm.

“Baby, I’m so close,” I beg.

“Come for me, Alex. Come with me.” Her control is slipping, and she moves both hands to my chest for balance as she becomes almost frenzied.

My balls are tight and my cock aching with the need to come. But I need her to get there again. Her body tenses and her nails dig into my chest as she comes once more. Relief floods me as my balls empty in a rush and ropes of cum fill the condom.

She collapses down to rest her forehead against mine with her eyes shut as I listen to our breathing. We are both panting, her body shuddering every now and again as we come down from the rush of our pleasure.

She reaches up and unties my wrists. I give them a flex to loosen them up. A tendril of hair is stuck to her cheek where we’ve worked ourselves into a sweat. I brush it back behind her ear, enjoying her hum of pleasure.

“I must be squashing you,” she whispers. Far from it. I’m doing my best to commit the view of her to my memory.Where did that dominance come from?She was fairly confident the first night we spent together, but nothing like this. Not that I’m complaining – I will happily help her live out every fantasy she wants to. “Sorry, was it too much?” Her confidence wanes with the dip of her head and sag in her shoulders. “I did a kink quiz earlier with the girls, and I wanted to try being in charge. I didn’t know if I’d have the confidence to do it, but I wanted to try.”

“You blew my mind. I’m here for any fantasy or kink you want to try out,” I tell her earnestly. “Maybe I should take this quiz?”

“I’d like to see your answers and I can share mine,” she tells me sweetly. It’s a disappointment when she raises her body off mine, our skin sticky with sweat from the fun we just had.

I climb off the bed and head into the ensuite where I dispose of the condom and wash my hands.

When I go back into the bedroom, she’s wiggled under the covers, but has pulled back the other side. She pats it as she watches my approach.

“Stay,” she says softly.

I don’t need asking twice.

“Okay?” I check, my hand rising to cup her cheek in that way I know she likes. She smiles softly.

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