As the first light of dawn crept through the blinds, painting the room in a soft golden hue, I lay there, my slender frame sprawled out across the plush king-sized bed. My heart fluttered in anticipation, the cool morning air playing across my bare skin sending delicious shivers down my spine. The sheets, still damp with the residue of passion from the night before, clung to me like a second skin, reminding me of the fiery embrace that had led to this moment of quiet surrender. With my blonde hair fanned out across the pillow and my eyes still heavy with sleep, I was the picture of vulnerability and desire.
His cock hard against my butt, I knew that when he woke , he would fuck my ass. He’s a big man, tall and muscular, with dark hair and piercing eyes that seem to see right through me. His chest, a landscape of muscles and scars, rises and falls steadily beneath my cheek as I listen to the comforting rhythm of his breathing. His hand, large and warm, rests possessively on my hip, his fingers tracing idle patterns across my smooth skin. The anticipation builds, a delicious tension that coils in my belly like a spring ready to be released.
As the silence of the early morning is broken by the low rumble of his stirring, my heart skips a beat. His hand tightens on my hip, and he rolls over, his eyes opening to reveal a hunger that makes my own cock stir to life. “Good morning, my little slut,” he says, his voice gravelly with sleep and desire. I bite my bottom lip, my cheeks flushing as I feel his erection press against me, demanding entry.
He leans in, planting a rough kiss on my neck before moving down to my chest, taking one of my small nipples into his mouth. I gasp as he bites down gently, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through my body. His hand trails down my side, reaching my cock and giving it a firm squeeze. “Looks like someone’s ready for their morning treat,” he murmurs, a smirk playing on his lips as he releases my nipple with a wet pop.
My eyes widen as he pulls back the sheets, revealing my body to him in all its feminized glory. The sight of my smooth skin, the plump breasts that he had encouraged me to grow, and the soft curve of my hips, elicits a low growl from deep within his chest. He runs his hand over my thigh, his calloused fingertips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His gaze lingers on my cock, now fully erect and begging for his attention. “Such a pretty little thing,” he says, stroking it lightly. “But not what I want right now.”
With a firm grip, he rolls me onto my stomach, my cheek pressing into the pillow as he spreads my legs apart. His warm breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “You know what’s coming, don’t you?” I nod, unable to find my voice as his hand moves down to my ass, his fingers teasing my still sensitive hole. He chuckles darkly, his excitement palpable as he reaches for the lube on the nightstand. The sound of the bottle opening is like a gunshot in the quiet room, making me flinch.
As he slicks up his cock, his hand trails over my skin, his touch feather-light yet firm. He knows exactly how to make me squirm, and I can feel my body responding eagerly to his every move. He presses the tip of his cock against my opening, and I brace myself for the intrusion. With one swift thrust, he’s inside me, filling me completely. I cry out, the sensation of being claimed by him so intense that it borders on pain, but I revel in it, welcoming every inch of his dominance.
He starts to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate, building the pressure inside me until I’m begging for more. Each stroke is a declaration of his ownership, a reminder that I am his to use and pleasure as he sees fit. His hand slides up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulls my head back, exposing my neck to his hungry kisses and bites. His other hand grips my hip, holding me in place as he begins to thrust harder, his hips slapping against my ass with a wet, obscene sound that only serves to drive me wilder.
My own hands are fisted in the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric as I try to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensation. His teeth graze my earlobe, and he whispers, “You’re mine,” the words sending a shiver down my spine. I whimper in response, my body a live wire of need and submission. His grip on my hair tightens, and he bites down on the soft flesh of my neck, leaving a mark that I know will linger for days, a brand that will make me think of him every time I catch a glimpse of it in the mirror.
As he fucks me, his strokes grow more forceful, each one driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy. I can feel the tension in his body, the muscles in his arms and back flexing and releasing as he powers into me. His breathing grows ragged, his movements more urgent. He’s close, so close, and the knowledge that I’m the one bringing him to the brink is a heady aphrodisiac that makes my own orgasm build even faster.
Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty and aching for more. He flips me onto my back, his eyes burning with a feral hunger that makes me quiver. He straddles my hips, his cock standing tall and gleaming with lube and my ass juices. He grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head, and leans down to kiss me, his tongue invading my mouth with the same demanding passion that his cock had claimed my ass.
Our kiss is a battle of wills, a silent declaration of the power dynamics that rule our relationship. His grip on my wrists tightens, his teeth grazing my bottom lip as he pulls away, leaving me panting and begging for more. “Look at me,” he commands, and I obey, my eyes locked onto his as he lines his cock back up with my hole. He slams back into me, and I cry out, the force of his entry making me see stars.
We’re a mess of tangled limbs and sweat-slicked skin, our bodies moving in perfect harmony despite the brutal passion of our coupling. Each time he pulls out, the cool air hits my stretched opening, only to be replaced by the scalding heat of his cock as he plunges back in. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, a symphony of lust that drowns out the outside world.
Our eyes never leave each other’s, a silent communication that speaks volumes about our desires and needs. His are filled with a fiery intensity that ignites something primal within me, making me want to please him in every way imaginable. I arch my back, my legs wrapping around his waist as I try to take him even deeper, to become one with him. His hips grind against mine, each movement a declaration of his dominance and my submission.
The room is a blur of sensation, the smell of sex and sweat heavy in the air, the mattress beneath us groaning in protest. His strokes are punishing, a delicious assault that has my toes curling and my back arching off the bed. I can feel my orgasm building, a storm gathering on the horizon, ready to break over me at any moment. His eyes bore into mine, watching me closely, reading every twitch and gasp as if they’re a map to my soul.
With a final, brutal thrust, he hits my prostate, and I come apart, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. I scream his name, the sound lost in the frenzy of our lovemaking. He follows closely behind, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he empties himself, his orgasm a testament to his control and power.
We lay there, both of us panting and sweaty, his weight pressing me into the bed. Our eyes are still locked, the intensity of our shared climax still palpable in the air. He leans down to kiss me, a soft, gentle gesture that stands in stark contrast to the ferocity of our earlier passion. His kiss is tender, almost loving, and I melt into it, feeling a warmth spread through my chest that has nothing to do with the physical connection between us.
As he pulls out, a shiver runs down my spine, and I feel the emptiness inside me where he had been. He rolls off me, collapsing onto the bed with a contented sigh, and I can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment that it’s over. But then he reaches for me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he pulls me into the crook of his body, spooning me tightly against him. His cock, still semi-hard, rests against my ass, a reminder of what we’ve just shared.
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