‘Her Master & Servant’
She possessed a hold over him, unlike any woman ever had. He prayed she never realized how obsessed he was—he’d be lost. He had agreed to go to the club for her. He’d do anything for her—anything to get her off. This, however, he didn’t have to like.
She was writhing in his lap; drenching his cock. He had to admit she had never fucked him like this before. Her cunt was like a tight, hot fist around him. He felt delirious with power. She seemed to thrill at all the men watching—and he could taste their envy. She was his, his to fuck. No one else could touch her. His thrusts raged on; a mixture of sexual prowess and greed. This felt too good.
That’s when he saw her eyes—shining so brightly for him. Her babydoll mouth open and panting. “Can I please cum now?” So beautiful, her devotion, as well as her grip on him. God, she felt good. Strong legs around him; fragile arms shaking to hold onto his neck; warm, insatiable pussy holding him tight—he didn’t want this to end. Once she came, he would be undone.
“Please! I’ve been good, haven’t I? I just want to be your good girl. I’m yours always! What can I do to please you?” With the last, she took his bottom lip softly in her teeth. His baby girl really knew how to beg.
“You may cum for me. But you have to say it, Angel.”
Her walls closed in around him as her mouth opened and she gasped. She started desperately pumping herself on him—up and down. Head dropping back, her little mouth let out an exquisite keening.
Somehow, his cock got harder. It felt like she was sucking him with her convulsing cunt. Just as she started to bring him too, she screamed—tearing her nails down his shoulders and arms.
Setting his teeth into her neck, he growled into her flesh. At this, she moaned, for everyone to hear, “I love you.”
He was, indeed, undone.