Page 74 of Sweet Dominion

“Then, masterthismountain.”

I sneered, yet my body vibrated with so much need I thought I might pass the fuck out.

Then, she laughed because she was mean and knew that she had all the damn control when it came to the bedroom.

Listen. You really are the Mountain Master. There is nothing to worry about. You’ve killed forty men in one night with one sword and a headache. Surely, you can last more than a minute.

“Class begins now, Mountain Master.” She glanced over her shoulder again and this time she began to twerk that ass, moving those hips in a mesmerizing motion.

Fuck!!!!!!!!

My breath caught in my throat.

Those globes bounced and jiggled.

Loudly groaning, I began rubbing my cock, gripping it tightly at the tip and slipping it down the thick shaft.

I don’t care how long I last. I have to be inside of her.

There was no more logic, no more ability to truly think.

I just started walking over to her, too tempted, completely lured by the magnetic pull tugging at my very core.

What else could I do?

I climbed on the bed and got closer to her.

The air between us ran electric with erotic desire.

Once on the bed, I didn’t dare touch that ass, in fear of cumming right there, all over those fat cheeks.

Concentrate. We can make her cum first. There has to be a way.

I placed my fingers gently against the base of her spine.

She shivered slightly under my touch and a low sigh escaped her lips.

There we go.

My mind raced, grasping for anything that would give me the control I desperately needed.

She twerked again.

I groaned. “Stop that.”

Chuckling, she glanced over her shoulder. “Don’t you want to fuck this pussy?”

If she keeps talking like this, I won’t last ten seconds.

And then, like a whisper from the past, the teachings of Sun Tzu came to me. His book,The Art of Warhad guided me through countless battles and challenges.

Can it guide me through this one?

Perhaps it could.

In war, there was strategy; careful planning, knowing your enemy’s moves before they made them, laying traps and ultimately, outwitting the enemy.

In this case, however, Moni wasn’t my enemy. She was my Mountain Mistress. But there were aspects of Sun Tzu’s teachings that I could apply here.

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