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If I can take it, then I can have it [CnC]

The night air is cool against my skin, a sharp contrast to the heat simmering beneath it. The park stretches before us, fields of grass broken by pockets of trees, a dimly lit path winding through the emptiness. A distant lake reflects the sparse glow of the scattered lamps, the only movement besides us. It’s late—late enough that no one else should be out here.

You walk beside me, your steps light, your laughter soft as we tease each other back and forth, still buzzing from dinner and the weight of the night ahead. I let my gaze drift to you, to the way your body moves, the way your blouse and leggings cling to your curves.

You catch me looking and you smirk. -That smirk.

If you only knew what’s going through my mind. What’s been going through my mind all night

"If you keep that up, I might just take you right here."

You turn toward me, smirking wider. "You wouldn't."

I stop walking. Step closer. Let my voice drop low.

"Beautiful, it’s all I can do to keep from tearing your clothes off and having my way with you right here on the sidewalk."

I see the moment my words hit you—how your breath catches, how your pupils darken just a little more in the low light. And then you do something that seals your fate.

You pause, tilting your head slightly, lips parting as if considering something. And then, in that same teasing, playful tone that has no idea what it’s about to unleash, you say:

"Well, if you can take it, you can have it."

I feel the instant change—heat surging through my body, fire licking at my veins. My breathing deepens, my entire frame tightening with the immediate, primal need to take exactly what you just offered. And you see it—you see my posture shift, my hands flex at my sides.

I step into your space, close enough to hear the small inhale you take, close enough that you have to tilt your head back to look at me.

"Oh really now?!" My voice is heavier, more dangerous, more certain.

You swallow. "Yeah."

I reach up, brushing my fingers along the side of your jaw, feeling the way your pulse beats faster beneath my touch.

"What’s your safeword?"

Your lips part slightly, breath shaky, but your voice is steady. "Pineapple."

I nod, brushing my thumb across your cheek. "Good. Don’t forget it—because I won’t stop without it."

Your chest rises and falls with a deep inhale. And then, still defiant, still teasing, still so fucking unaware of what you’ve just set in motion, you say:

"Didn’t think you would…That’s why we have a safeword, isn’t it?"

I let the silence stretch for a beat. Let my thumb drag down to your bottom lip, pressing just enough to feel the softness there.

"Yes." A pause. I tilt your chin up, my gaze pinning you in place. "You should run."

You blink. "What?"

"I’m going to give you one minute." I lean in, lowering my voice to something dark and final. "You should run."

I feel your breath hitch. I see the exact moment playfulness turns into something real.

"Okay," you say softly.

I smile. Then I let my voice drop to something that will haunt you later.

"RUN."

You gasp—then bolt.

I watch you for a moment, the way your body moves as you sprint into the dark, the sound of your breath coming fast, the soft thuds of your feet against the grass.

Then, I exhale. Roll my shoulders. And start after you.

I hear the soft thud of your footsteps against the grass, the sound of your breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as you push yourself forward.

At first, I let you have your head start, watching the way your dress clings to your body, how your muscles flex as you run. There’s an elegance to it—your futile attempt at escape, knowing full well you won’t make it far.

I start after you at an even pace, my breath steady, my steps deliberate. The anticipation coils in my gut, hot and fierce, knowing that in mere moments, I’ll have you.

But I don’t rush.

I let you think you might have a chance.

I let you feel the crisp air against your skin, the illusion of control slipping further away with every second.

Then, I pick up speed.

You hear it first—the heavy thud of my boots behind you.

Your breathing hitches, your body tensing, the shift in your movements telling me exactly what’s going through your mind.

"Oh God… he’s going to catch me."

Your pace falters, only slightly, but it’s enough.

I close the distance in seconds.

I see the way your body jerks forward, one last burst of speed fueled by adrenaline—but it’s not enough. You never stood a chance.

I lunge.

My hand catches the back of your blouse, yanking you off balance as I shove you forward.

You cry out, your body hitting the damp grass, sliding just enough that you realize I’m not playing lightly tonight.

I don’t land on top of you—I don’t need to.

I circle you instead, catching my breath, adjusting my cock through my pants as I watch you scramble onto your hands, trying to regain your footing.

You’re panting, your chest rising and falling, your thighs shaking from exertion.

I let you get only a few feet away before I grab a fistful of your hair with my left hand and growl,

"Not so fast."

I feel you tense, a sharp inhale escaping your lips as my grip tightens.

I shove you down, forcing you onto your hands and knees, your panting breath loud in the silence of the park. Your body jerks, trying to find its footing, but it’s too late. I have you right where I want you.

I can feel the way you tense beneath me, every muscle coiled, your body instinctively fighting back, even though we both know you’re already mine.

Your hips jerk, your legs kick, your hands claw at the grass as if you could somehow escape, but it only makes me hungrier.

I let out a slow, controlled exhale, my fingers flexing around the fistful of your hair. You try to twist away, but I tighten my grip, pulling just enough to keep you right where I want you.

My free hand moves, dragging up your side, then down, gripping the waistline of your leggings. I don’t hesitate—I yank them down toward your knees, exposing you to the cool night air.

You gasp, the sudden sensation making your body jolt beneath me.

I let my hand drag up the back of your thigh, feeling the soft curve of your ass, my fingers hooking beneath the waistband of your G-string.

When I try to pull it down, it catches, tangled around your hips.

I don’t bother adjusting it.

I just grab hold and rip.

The delicate lace gives way instantly, the sound of fabric tearing sharp in the night.

You let out a grunting scream, part shock, part arousal, as the remnants of your G-string are tossed aside into the grass.

And now…

Now you’re completely exposed.

I don’t give you a second to process it.

My fingers slide between your legs, pressing against your soaked lips, rubbing roughly, smearing your wetness as I feel just how fucking ready you are for me.

Even as your legs shake, even as you squirm beneath my touch, you still struggle—hips jerking, thighs pressing together in some pathetic attempt to resist.

I chuckle darkly, dragging my fingers through your slick folds again before growling,

"You’re fucking dripping for me, Beautiful. Your body already knows what it’s here for—your soaked little hole is practically swallowing my fingers."

And then I thrust two fingers deep inside you.

You gasp, your body arching, a curse ripping from your lips as I stretch you open, my fingers sinking knuckle-deep into your soaking wet hole.

I don’t ease you into it—I don’t give you time to adjust.

I just fuck you with my fingers, hard and deep, feeling your walls pulse around me, feeling how needy and desperate your body already is.

Even as your hips buck, even as you curse and whimper, your body betrays you, sucking my fingers deeper, clenching tight around me like it never wants to let go.

I smirk, withdrawing my fingers just enough before driving them back in, watching the way your body shudders beneath me.

"Now I’m going to take what’s mine."

You gasp for air, your body jerking against my grip, still trying to fight, still trying to deny what we both already know.

But I feel it.

I feel the way your body swallows my fingers, the way your hips move on their own, the way your walls clench around me like they never want to let go. You can struggle all you want—your body has already given in, even if you haven’t.

I slide my fingers out, dragging them through your wetness again before pulling them away. You whimper at the loss, your body instinctively arching, chasing the sensation.

You don’t even realize what you’ve done.

I smirk.

Then I reach down, remove my heavy leather belt and toss it to the side, open my jeans and pull my boxers down, tucking them behind my balls, letting my cock spring free. My hand wraps around my shaft, stroking it slowly, letting the cool air mix with the slick heat of your arousal still clinging to my fingers.

You try to lift your head, to turn and see what I’m doing, but I tighten my grip on your hair, keeping you exactly where I want you.

I lower myself, my breath hot against your ear. My fingers slipping back into you.

"Tell me, Beautiful… what do you hear?"

You try to stay silent, biting your lip, refusing to give in.

I smirk and curl my fingers just right, pressing against that spot that makes you helpless, forcing a moan from your throat before you can stop it.

"Say it."

You gasp, your voice barely a whisper. "I—I hear it."

"And what does it tell you?"

Your breath stammers, your face burning with shame and arousal. "That I need you."

"Damn right you do."

I withdraw my fingers from you, dragging them through your wetness once more before smearing it across your lips, pressing them firmly against your mouth.

Then I grab my cock, already throbbing, and drag the leaking tip along your soaked folds, coating myself in your arousal.

Keeping my grip tight in your hair, I mount you, letting you feel every inch of me pressing against your entrance.

And then I take what’s mine.

I bury myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke

Your scream rips through the night, your body arching, trembling, your hands clawing at the grass.

I thrust again, harder, deeper, grinding myself inside you, feeling your body squeeze around me, taking every inch.

I lean down, growling against your ear as I drive into you again.

"No one can hear you."

Your screams fades into ragged gasps, your body shaking violently, barely able to process the way I stretch you open, the way I bury myself so deep you can’t escape it.

I don’t stop.

I thrust again, harder, deeper, feeling the way your body tightens and trembles, how your hands claw at the grass as if there’s anything you can do to stop what’s happening.

But we both know—there’s no stopping this.

Your breath hitches, your moans turning into wordless whimpers, your body thrashing weakly beneath me as if fighting against something it can’t control.

I can feel it—the buildup, the way your walls pulse and squeeze, the way your legs tremble, your thighs twitching as the pleasure overwhelms you.

I grab your hips with both hands, pinning you still, letting you feel every deep, punishing stroke, watching your body betray you completely.

And then it hits you.

Your orgasm slams through you without warning, ripping a scream from your throat as your entire body convulses beneath me.

Your slick heat gush around my cock, your legs shooting out from under you, your fingers clawing at the grass and dirt, trying to ground yourself against the violent waves of release crashing over you.and then—

You collapse.

But I don’t stop.

I remount you immediately, my hands gripping your hips, my cock sliding back into your soaking wet hole. Your body takes me effortlessly, still trembling from your release, your walls fluttering around me, your slick heat dragging me deeper.

I grunt, feeling the way you pulse around me, gripping me tight, your body completely wrecked—and still, you take it.

I keep riding you through it, letting your tight little hole milk me, forcing you to take every second of it as I keep pounding into you, relentless, claiming you fully.

You try to fight it, your body wracked with overstimulation, your mouth opening but only whimpering gasps escaping.

I grip your hair again, pulling your head back just enough to whisper into your ear.

"You’re taking me so fucking well, Beautiful."

Your legs kick, your fingernails dig into the dirt, and you plead—not with words, not with anything that makes sense. Just guttural, overwhelmed sobs, the sound of someone who is completely undone.

"You feel that?" I growl against your ear, thrusting harder, grinding deep, making you take every inch.

Your only answer is another broken scream.

"I can’t wait to fill you up."

Your body shakes violently, a second wave crashing into you, forcing another orgasm out of you before you can even recover from the first.

And this time, you break.

The fight leaves you. Your body goes limp, your whimpers turning into pure, desperate pleading.

"No—no—please—please—"

It’s not your safeword.

It’s not even real resistance.

It’s helplessness. Overload. The pure, animalistic need for mercy.

But there is no mercy.

I own you right now.

I tighten my grip in your hair, forcing you to take every deep, relentless stroke, feeling you pulse and clench around me, knowing you are completely mine.

I grit my teeth, feeling the pressure building, my own release clawing at me, but I hold it back.

You’re not done breaking yet.

You let out a shaky, helpless moan, your body tightening around me as I thrust again, filling you completely with my shaft.

“So perfect….So fucking tight… unff You were made for this." I grunt into your ear, My voice thick, dripping with possession.

You sob, your legs still weak, your voice barely a whisper. I feel the way your legs twitch, the way your breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps, the way you try to weakly buck me off—as if you have anything left to fight me with.

"Please… stop…"

But we both know the truth.

You don’t want me to stop.

You can’t stop me.

And we both know it’s not the safeword.

So I don’t stop.

Because I’m not here to listen.

I’m here to take what’s mine.

Your hands grip the grass, your body weak, overwhelmed, your breath shaking apart as your next orgasm creeps up too fast—

Your body convulses, the aftershocks of your first orgasm still wracking through you,

Another wave builds—too fast, too soon, your body already wrecked and overstimulated, but you can’t stop it. I feel the way your walls flutter, the way you tighten around me again.

You’re going to come.

And I’m not going to let you.

I pull out.

Mid-release, just as your orgasm claws its way to the surface, just as you’re about to break again—I rip it away from you.

The emptiness is instant, brutal.

You scream, a broken, desperate sound ripping from your throat, your body shaking uncontrollably, your thighs clenching at nothing, as if trying to find what was just taken from you.

But I don’t let you recover.

I grab a fistful of your hair, yanking you up onto your knees, pulling you off balance so fast you barely catch yourself.

You’re panting, wrecked, completely undone—and then I press your face against my soaked cock and balls, smearing the mess of your own slick all over your ruined makeup, marking you with exactly what you are. -Mine.

You open your mouth, your tongue resting against your bottom lip, waiting for me.

I don’t wait.

I shove myself between your lips, groaning as your heat envelops me, feeling the way your tongue flutters against my piercing like it was made for this.

Your body jerks, your hands gripping the grass, but I keep a firm hold on your hair, controlling your pace, owning your movement.

At first, you try to take it, your tongue working around me, your throat tightening as I push deeper—but you’re already wrecked, already breathless, and the force of it is too much.

You pull back instinctively, gasping for air, trying to catch your breath from the whole relentless ordeal.

Thick ropes of spit stretch between your lips and my cock, a messy, wet connection that makes my cock throb harder.

Your eyes are glassy, your face is a wreck, your makeup completely destroyed, and yet, you still look so fucking beautiful like this.

But I’m not finished.

I tighten my grip on your hair, keeping you exactly where I want you, watching the way you pant, your lips still parted, knowing what’s about to happen.

"You think I’m gonna let you stop?" I smirk, tilting your chin up so I can see the helplessness in your eyes.

Then I force myself back into your mouth.

I watch the way your chest heaves, the way your mascara streaks down your cheeks, the way your lips tremble, and I smirk.

"You think I’m gonna stop just because you need a second?" My voice is dark, teasing, completely in control.

I tilt your chin up, forcing you to look at me.

"You knew what this was."

You let out a soft, broken whimper, but you don’t protest.

I slide my hand down, gripping your blouse at the center, and without hesitation—I rip it open.

The buttons snap, the fabric tears, exposing your bare skin, your lace-covered breasts, the heat of your body making the night air feel even colder.

Your nipples harden instantly, hyper-sensitive, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your breath hitching as I drag my gaze down your exposed form.

But I want more.

I grab your bra, shoving it down over your tits, letting them spill free, completely bare, exactly how I want them.

Then I grope them roughly, squeezing, feeling the soft weight in my palms, watching the way you shudder beneath me.

I pinch your nipples, rolling them between my fingers, making you gasp, your back arching slightly before you can stop yourself.

"That’s better," I murmur, taking in the view.

Then I grip your hair again, tilting your head back further, watching the way your lips part, the way your eyes stay locked on mine.

"Open your mouth."

You hesitate for a fraction of a second—just a moment—your body shivering, knowing exactly what’s coming.

Then, lips trembling, eyes shining with need, you part your mouth and obey.

"Look at me."

Your eyes, already wet with tears, blink up at me as I shove myself deeper, making you take all of it.

FUCK, you look so beautiful.

I see the way you fight to keep your gaze locked on mine, the way your throat flexes around me, the way your lashes flutter as you struggle against the overwhelming fullness.

You try so hard.

But you’re already wrecked.

Your lips stretch, your jaw aching, your throat clenching around my length—and then your body betrays you.

You gag, your chest convulsing, your eyes squeezing shut as you choke around me.

I don’t let go right away.

I hold you there, feeling the way your throat spasms, hearing the broken gasps as you try to breathe around me, watching the tears slip down your messy face.

Then, finally, I release my grip, letting you pull back with a desperate, gasping cough.

You choke for air, your lips spit-slick and swollen, a shaking mess beneath me.

But I’m not done with you.

Before you can catch your breath, I grab you, flipping you onto your back, making you yelp as your bare skin hits the grass.

Your breath hitches, your legs spreading instinctively—but that’s not your choice to make.

I tear your leggings off over your shoes, yanking them away, leaving you completely exposed beneath me.

I grip your thighs, spreading them wide, my hands digging into soft flesh, making sure you feel exactly how open you are for me.

Then I grab your wrists, pinning them above your head, pressing you firmly into the dirt, trapping you beneath me.

You whimper, your body trembling, your chest heaving as I settle between your thighs, my cock throbbing as I press the tip against your empty swollen, dripping entrance.

I grab your cheeks, forcing you to look at me again.

I hold you there, helpless, pinned, completely at my mercy, and I make you say it.

"You need to ask for it."

Your lips part, your breath stammering, your voice barely more than a whimper.

"Please."

I smirk. That’s not enough.

"Please what?!"

Your thighs tremble, your body shaking with need, your voice breaking completely.

"Fuck me, sir."

The second the words leave your lips, I thrust deep, burying myself inside you in one brutal stroke.

Your scream tears through the night, your back arching, your nails digging into the grass, your whole body jolting as I drive you into the earth.

I don’t give you time to adjust.

I grind deeper, feeling the way your walls squeeze around me, your body struggling to take all of me.

And then I thrust again.

-And again, deep and punishing, feeling the way your body trembles beneath me, the way your walls clench around me, struggling to take everything I’m giving you.

You scream again, a raw, breathless sound that echoes into the night, but I don’t slow down.

I don’t let up.

Your body bucks beneath me, your legs shaking, your hands grappling uselessly at the air, trying to ground yourself against the overwhelming force of every deep, relentless stroke.

I pin your wrists tighter above your head, keeping you exactly where I want you, your body completely exposed, completely mine to use.

You’re wrecked, breathless, completely at my mercy, but I feel it—the way your walls flutter, the way your thighs tremble, the way you’re already on the edge again.

But I’m not letting you off that easy.

I slow my thrusts, grinding deep, feeling the desperate squeeze of your tight little hole around me.

Your eyes fly open, wide and pleading, your lips parting on a shaky, needy sob.

I lean down, my breath hot against your ear as I whisper, taunting, merciless.

"You’re about to come again, aren’t you?"

You whimper, your head shaking weakly, but I feel the way your body is already betraying you.

"Don’t lie to me, Beautiful."

You gasp, your voice wrecked, trembling.

"I—"

I thrust hard, cutting you off, and your whole body seizes, your nails digging into your palms, your lips quivering as you fight against the inevitable.

"You can’t stop it, can you?"

You let out a choked, desperate moan, and that’s all the answer I need.

I pull out completely.

You scream, the sudden loss ripping your orgasm away from you, leaving you gasping, sobbing, your body clenching around nothing, aching for the release I just stole from you.

I smirk, watching you fall apart, watching your legs shake uncontrollably, watching the desperate, ruined frustration in your eyes.

I grab your chin, forcing you to look at me.

"What’s wrong, Beautiful? Did you need something?" I say with an evil grin.

Your lip trembles, a whimper escaping, but you don’t answer.

I slap your cheek lightly, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to snap you back to reality.

"I asked you a question."

You swallow hard, panting, desperate, broken.

"I—I need you."

I grin.

"Damn right you do."

I shove myself back inside you, and you wail, your whole body convulsing, your walls squeezing me so hard I can barely move.

You’re already coming, your entire body shaking beneath me, your voice breaking as you sob my name through the orgasm I just forced out of you.

I don’t stop.

I fuck you through it, taking exactly what’s mine, making you feel every second of it, making sure you understand completely—

You don’t get to decide when this ends.

Only I do.

I lean in, my lips brushing the shell of your ear as I growl the only question that matters.

"Who do you belong to?"

Your breath stammers, your body trembling, wrecked, but your answer is immediate—gaspy, whimpering, but certain.

"You, Sir."

I thrust deeper, making you feel all of me, making sure you understand the weight of your words.

"Who do I belong to?"

You sob, your hands clenching into fists above your head, your voice breaking, desperate, and full of surrender.

"Me."

I smirk, grinding into you, feeling the way your body reacts to claiming me just as much as I claim you.

"For how long?"

Your legs tremble, your breath hitching, your body completely giving in as you whisper the truth we both know.

"Forever."

I groan, thrusting harder, my grip tightening, feeling the way your body pulses around me, the way your submission feeds my hunger.

"Good girl."

Your body is still shaking, completely wrecked, your breath shuddering as you try to recover. But I don’t let you.

Because you’re not finished yet.

I stay deep, keeping you pinned, making sure you feel every inch of me still inside you, making sure you understand exactly what you’ve done to yourself.

You start whimpering, your thighs quivering, your voice weak and desperate, and then—

You start begging.

At first, it’s barely audible, just a broken whisper, a whimper lost in the still night air.

"Please…"

It’s not enough.

I tighten my grip on your hips, grinding myself even deeper, forcing a soft, wrecked sob from your lips.

"I didn’t hear you, Beautiful. Say it again."

You gasp, your voice shaking, your entire body trembling beneath me.

"Please…"

"Not good enough. Try again."

You let out a choked cry, your fingers clawing at the grass, your cheeks wet with tears, your voice breaking completely as you sob out the words.

"Because I can still feel the emptiness inside me, and it’s killing me. Please, Sir, make me yours again."

Your whole body is trembling, your breath stammering, your face streaked with tears, and you still keep begging.

"Because my tight little hole was made for your cum. I need it inside me, I need to feel it leaking out while I stay here on my knees like your perfect little hole."

I groan, gripping your hips harder, barely holding myself back—but I need to hear it one last time.

"Scream for it. Let the whole fucking world hear how much you want my cum."

And you do.

Your scream is raw, desperate, completely wrecked, your body trembling as you beg for it, your voice shattered from how much you need this.

I smirk, leaning over you, my breath hot against your ear.

"Get on your knees. You’re going to earn it."

Your body is weak, spent, barely able to hold itself up, but you do as you’re told.

You get up on your own, rotating onto your knees as I withdraw, leaving you empty, aching, desperate.

You lean forward immediately, your mouth parting, your tongue sticking out, and then—

You take me into your mouth with a moan.

You prove your devotion eagerly, your lips stretching around me, your tongue fluttering over my piercing, your eyes utterly ruined but still so fucking beautiful as you look up at me.

Your mascara is smeared, your cheeks are wet with tears, your breath still shaking from everything I’ve done to you, and you still take me willingly.

Still so eager to please me.

I smirk, gripping your hair, watching you work, feeling your tongue, the heat of your mouth, the slickness of your spit, the absolute need radiating off your body.

But this isn’t what I had in mind for my finish.

I tell you as much, with a smile.

You understand immediately.

You turn around, reaching back, grabbing your own ass cheeks. You lean forward, arching deeper, spreading yourself open for me, Ass raised high, surrendering your holes completely, settling your face and exposed breasts into the cool grass.

And you wait.

Because you know exactly what’s coming next.

I keep myself right at your entrance, the thick, leaking tip of my cock pressing against your swollen, soaking folds.

But I don’t move.

I don’t push in.

I am going to make you take it.

I reach over and pick my belt up off the ground. I slip the end of the belt through the buckle, pulling it snug before cinching it around your neck—not too tight yet, just enough that you feel it.

You shiver, your breath catching as the leather settles against your sweat-slicked skin, your pulse throbbing beneath the restraint.

"Go on, Beautiful."

You know exactly what I mean.

Still holding your cheeks open, you ease yourself back onto me, whimpering as the thick stretch fills you again, inch by aching inch, until you’re fully seated, your ass pressed against my hips, my cock buried deep inside you.

You let out a shaky breath, adjusting—not just to the size, but to the tightness of the belt, to the way every little movement controls your breathing, every shift tightens the restraint, making you hyper-aware of every inch of me inside you.

I stay still.

I don’t move.

I just watch you.

I watch you figure it out on your own—the push and pull, the tension and release, the way you start slowly, rocking your hips, rolling them in careful, deliberate motions.

You find your own rhythm, testing how far you can move without choking yourself, how deep you can take me without losing your breath completely.

It’s beautiful.

But I’m not here to let you take your time.

"Faster."

You whimper, but you obey, your hips picking up speed, your movements more urgent, the belt tightening just a little more with every bounce.

I groan, gripping your hips, feeling the way your walls grip me in return, desperate, needy, trying to milk the release you begged for.

But it’s not enough.

"Harder."

You gasp, your hands slipping, your thighs shaking, but you push through.

You start bouncing on my cock like your life depends on it, choking yourself harder with every thrust, racing against unconsciousness, desperate to force my release before your vision tunnels completely.

I feel it—

The way your body starts to falter, the way your movements slow, the way your breath stammers, on the verge of blacking out—

And that’s when I let go of the belt.

I grab your hips and take over, slamming into you from behind, fucking you with raw, animalistic need, my cock throbbing, swollen, your tight little hole sucking me in greedily, clenching around me like you never want to let go.

"Fuck—"

I can feel it boiling over, the pressure surging, primal, unstoppable.

My hands roam your body, one groping your hips, another grabbing your waist, trailing up to your breasts, squeezing them roughly, feeling your perfect, swollen tits bounce with every brutal stroke.

I pinch your nipples, rolling them between my fingers, grunting in pleasure at the way your body reacts to every touch.

Your walls pulse, squeezing me so tight I can barely move, and that’s it—

I explode inside you, my entire body shuddering, thick ropes of cum flooding your insides, filling you completely, pumping into you even as you start to overflow.

And that’s all it takes—

Your whole body seizes, your back arching, your scream ripping through the night, your walls milking me dry as your own orgasm slams into you violently.

You sob my name, your voice shattered, your thighs trembling uncontrollably, your ass pressed against me as you take every last drop I give you.

"Thank you—oh fuck, thank you, Sir—"

Your cries of pleasure wreck me, your body wrecks me, your submission completely, utterly, undeniably wrecks me.

I thrust through it, dragging your orgasm out until you can’t take it anymore, until your legs give out completely, until your face is buried in the grass, your ass still raised, cum still leaking from your swollen, ruined hole.

And I just watch you.

Because you look fucking beautiful like this.

And you know it.

I watch you, taking in the beautiful mess I’ve made of you, the way your body still twitches, the way your breath still stammers, the way you haven’t moved—because you can’t.

You’re spent, used, claimed.

And you know it.

I reach down, grabbing a fistful of your hair, lifting your limp, exhausted face just enough to snap a photo.

You let out a weak whimper, your eyes barely half-open, your lips swollen and parted, mascara-streaked, ruined—perfect.

I smirk.

"For later."

A soft, wrecked little smile touches your lips.

Because you know damn well tonight’s memory is going to get me off again later.

I tilt my head, amused, teasing.

"If I can take it, I can have it, huh?"

You let out a breathy, spent laugh, still trying to catch your breath, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yessir."

I chuckle, running my fingers through your tangled, sweat-dampened hair, keeping you close, right where I want you.

"Who do you belong to?"

Your lips tremble, your voice fragile, breathless, completely surrendered.

"You, Sir."

#cnc #public #neptunesspear2007 #rough cnc #rough kink #kink

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thoughts-of-a-knotty-dom · 4 months ago

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She Couldn’t Sleep

I was thinking about you approaching me while I’m lounging on the couch scrolling through my phone at a late hour. All of the lights are out in the house and I’m clearly absorbed in whatever I was watching, not noticing you approach me.

You move my phone to the side and lean over to kiss me -deeply, surprising me as you do so.

“I thought you were asleep babe” I say as you pull away from my lips.

“Couldn’t sleep just yet�� you say as I feel your weight settle onto me as you straddle me.

I set the phone down and go to rest my hands on your thighs as I realize they are bare.

A sheer teddy draped loosely on your shoulders barely concealing your beautiful body, with a sexy thong on.

You lean forward, kissing me passionately, taking me by surprise.

“Unfffff, I need to feel you dripping out of me” you whisper in my ear as your hips suddenly rock forward, grinding directly against my crotch.

I immediately set down my phone and move my hands to the small of your back.

I tighten my grip on your waist, feeling the heat of your skin through the sheer fabric. My body reacts instantly to the way you move against me, the way you bite your lip as you stare down at me, eyes dark with need.

“Oh?, really now?!” I murmur, my voice already thick with arousal.

You smirk, rolling your hips again, this time slower, more deliberate. “I missed you,” you admit, dragging your nails lightly across my chest. “Missed this.”

My hands slide lower, fingers teasing along the curve of your ass, pulling you against me. I can feel how warm you are, how little is separating us. The idea of just taking you like this, right here, sends a rush of heat through me, but I resist—at least for now.

Instead, I let my fingers slip beneath the lace of your thong, just enough to make you gasp. “Tell me how much,” I demand softly, my lips brushing the sensitive spot just beneath your ear.

You shudder. “So much,” you whisper, tilting your head back as I press my mouth against your throat, kissing, biting just enough to make you whimper.

That sound ignites something primal inside me. I grip the delicate fabric of your lingerie and tear it open without hesitation, exposing you completely. You let out a sharp gasp, a mix of shock and pure, unfiltered desire.

“You really liked that, didn’t you?” I taunt, dragging my teeth along your collarbone.

You nod, breathless. “Yes.”

My hands roam your body, fingers mapping every inch of skin as I trail my lips lower, tasting you, claiming you. You shift against me, desperate for more, but I take my time, making you wait, making you need it.

But when you grind against me again, I snap.

In one swift motion, I flip you onto your back, pinning you beneath me. Your eyes widen, your lips part, and I don’t miss the way your breath catches—like you’ve been waiting for this.

Your breath comes in quick, uneven pants as I grind against you, teasing you, keeping you on edge even as I feel the tension coiling in my own body. Your hands clutch at my arms, nails digging in as you rock against me, desperate for more.

“You need it that bad, huh?” I murmur against your lips, my voice thick with amusement and something darker—something possessive.

You whimper in response, pressing your forehead against mine. “Please.”

I love hearing you beg.

Sliding my hand between us, I press my fingers against your heat, finding you soaked, needy, already so close. I circle that sensitive bundle of nerves just the way you like, slow at first, teasing. You shudder, your body arching against mine, a soft cry slipping past your lips.

“Yeah,” I groan, watching you lose yourself. “That’s a good girl.”

It doesn’t take long—your body is already wound tight, strung between desperation and surrender. When I slip two fingers inside you, curling just right, your entire body tenses.

“Come for me, Beautiful,” I demand, my voice rough.

And you do—hard. Your thighs shake around me, your breath hitching as you cling to me, your release soaking my fingers. I don’t stop until I’ve wrung every last wave of pleasure from you, until you're trembling beneath me.

But I’m not done.

Before you can fully recover, I flip you onto your stomach, guiding you up onto your knees. You go willingly, hands out in front of you, bracing yourself as I slide my hands down your back, gripping your hips.

“Again,” I growl, my cock aching as I press against your entrance, teasing you, feeling how ready you are.

You gasp as I thrust deep, stretching you, filling you in one slow, deliberate movement. Your fingers dig into the cushions, your breath coming in ragged moans as I set the pace—hard, relentless.

One of my hands slides beneath you, finding your sensitive clit again, circling it, pushing you toward that edge all over again. You let out a broken, desperate cry, your body shaking as I drive you higher, pushing, demanding.

“You feel so fucking good like this,” I growl, gripping your hips tighter, pulling you back against me with every thrust. “Taking me like you were made for it.”

You moan my name, voice raw, begging me not to stop.

I don’t.

I fuck you through your second climax, feeling your walls flutter and tighten around me, gripping me so perfectly that I nearly lose myself right then. But I hold back, letting you ride the waves of your pleasure, savoring the way you tremble beneath me.

Then I shift, my hand sliding up your spine, pressing between your shoulder blades, guiding you lower until your chest nearly touches the couch. My other hand grips your wrist, pulling it behind your back, pinning you in place.

You shudder, a helpless, needy moan slipping past your lips.

“God, you love this, don’t you?” I groan, my control slipping as I slam into you harder, chasing my own release.

“Yes,” you gasp. “Please—”

I don’t let you finish, I drive my shaft as deep as I can, making you scream into the couch.

Your body is still trembling from the last wave of pleasure, your moans turning into desperate little gasps as I keep driving into you, pushing you beyond what you thought you could take.

I tighten my grip on your wrist, keeping your arm pinned behind your back, my other hand spreading across the small of your spine, forcing you deeper into the cushions. You’re completely at my mercy, just the way you love it, just the way I need you to be.

Every thrust is deep, deliberate. You’re gripping me so tightly, so perfectly, and the sounds spilling from your lips—those needy little whimpers, the way you beg me to keep going—are unraveling the last thread of my restraint.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, voice strained, my pace growing rougher, more desperate. “So perfect…. Mine.”

“Yours” You whimper in response, back arching, body yielding to me completely. I know you’re close again—I can feel the way you tighten around me, the way your breath catches, the way your fingers curl into the cushions as though you’re trying to ground yourself.

But I won’t let you.

I move my hand from your back, sliding it beneath you, fingers finding your sensitive clit. The moment I touch you, you shatter, crying out as your entire body clenches around me, pulling me deeper, milking my shaft.

And that’s it.

The primal urge takes over, instinct and need colliding as I thrust into you one last time, burying myself as deep as I can, groaning your name as I finally let go.

The release is overwhelming, pleasure crashing over me in waves as I fill you, claiming you in the most absolute way. My grip on your wrist loosens, my body releasing against yours as the last tremors run through me.

For a long moment, neither of us move, tangled together, our breaths heavy and uneven. I press my forehead to your shoulder, my lips brushing your damp skin.

I don’t pull away just yet. I love this moment—the way we’re still connected, the way you pulse around me, the way I can feel my release dripping from you. I slide my hand up your arm, releasing your wrist, tracing soft circles along your spine.

“You good?” I murmur, my voice hoarse, spent.

You hum in satisfaction, shifting just enough to press your body back against mine. “Mmm. More than good.”

I smirk, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to the nape of your neck, and pausing to finish catching my breath before finally easing out of you. The sight of you beneath me, your body marked with my touch, your thighs slick with our combined release, sends a possessive thrill through me.

I can’t help but run my hands over your hips, squeezing. “Goddamn,” I mutter.

You let out a soft, breathless laugh, turning your head slightly. “Told you I couldn’t sleep just yet.”

#romance #neptunesspear2007 #smut #erotic #romance novel #passion

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thoughts-of-a-knotty-dom · 1 year ago

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You should have listened, next time will be the cane.

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thoughts-of-a-knotty-dom · 1 year ago

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I’m going to keep you here, teasing you until you gush onto the floor as your legs quiver, begging me to fill the void between your legs.

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thoughts-of-a-knotty-dom · 1 year ago

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small-dck-energy

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thoughts-of-a-knotty-dom · 2 years ago

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It is damn sexy when she does this, quietly in my ear, with her cleavage in my face letting me see just a peak of what is hidden under her dress.

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thoughts-of-a-knotty-dom · 2 years ago

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Absentee Release

When I get home, after putting our kids to sleep for the night. I’m going to go sit on the couch to watch TV, while you disappear for a few minutes. You reappear in your pajamas with your hair in a bun, coming up to me and telling me that you want me. I reply that “I’m not in the mood at the moment but I could be convinced.”

You smile, almost as though you were expecting that answer, and take a step backwards, removing your shirt to show off a new lace bra. Your pants drop to the floor showing a matching thong with a thick waistband, and lace stockings.

I raise my eyebrows and smile, “you were definitely planning this”

You giggle “....maybe a little bit”

Then you approach me as I sit in the corner of the couch, leaning over me you kiss me and whisper in my ear “I want me to FUCK me” your emphasis on the word got the message across.

“Oh? Really now” I reply with a smile as my hands start to caress your hips

You smile, kiss me again and then stand upright, stepping onto the couch, standing over me, you set your right foot on the windowsill. Pulling your panties to the side you lower your wet pussy onto my mouth for me to please you. As I take your clit into my mouth my right hand slides up your inner thigh until I am just about to touch exactly where you want me to, I pause, building anticipation. You rock your hips forcing my hand, as my thumb grazes over your lips, I feel the distinct metal of a jewel plug in your ass.

I look up at you and smile, pulling away, “you really were planning this, huh?” You smile, placing your hand on the back of my head, pulling me back you your pussy, telling me “I really need you FUCKING me” and you start to grind you clit across my tongue. I respond by sliding my hand up, putting pressure on your plug but not letting my thumb penetrate you. I just play with the edge of your gap. I continue to apply pressure and release from the plug. Never letting my thumb enter, just teasing. I feel the frustration build as you move your hips, eventually you get frustrated enough you slide your hips forward until my tongue slides into your hole. You moan with pleasure. I slide my other hand up and grope your breast as you do. You start to moan louder and harder until I think you are about to cum. Just as you do, I drive my thumb into your pussy, the anticipation worth it, you let oat a moaning scream as you cum. Your fingers gripping the back of my head as your thighs quiver against my face. I don’t stop, forcing my thumb deeper, I feel you pulsing, my hand keeping the plug in your ass. Your quivering in conjunction send you over the edge again, this time you cover your mouth as you scream, realizing how loud you were. I tell you be quiet or I’m going to put something in your mouth to keep you quiet. You smile, anticipating what’s going to happen next, you reply: “BET!”

I quickly push you off of me and onto the couch, you drop to your knees on the floor as I remove my shirt and start to undo my jeans, you drop your bun and start to put it in a ponytail, knowing I’m about to grab your hair as I take your mouth. But after my pants are opened, you see I’m not wearing boxers, my hard shaft not quite pulled out for you yet, I grab you and pull you to your feet. Confused, you ask what I’m doing as I put you on your knees on the couch.

Facing away from me with your now soaking wet panties still pulled to the side, you can guess what is about to happen next. But I surprise you and start pulling the thong off to get it out of my way. Looking back at me you say “I thought you were going to put something in my mouth...” -right then I shove your soaking wet panties into your mouth “don’t drop those” as you start to taste yourself on the fabric I immediately start to eat your pussy from the back. Plunging my tongue into you. You let out a muffled moan as my hand rubs your clit, my face applying pressure to the plug as I drive my tongue deeper. You begin to moan louder and louder as you start to drool through the wet panties in your mouth as my hands reach up and grope your tits while my tongue explores you, trying to find exactly where the edge of your orgasm is.

I hear your breathing quicken as my tongue slides in, putting pressure on your walls, spinning slowly in circles as your juice starts to run down my chin. You reach back grabbing the back of my head pulling my face closer pressing both the plug and my tongue deeper into you. You moan as your legs begin to shake, I pull away to ask “Do you want to cum for me, Beautiful?” In a muffled voice you say through the wet fabric “god, yes” I then quickly return but pause, just millimeters away from your now glistening wet lips, I can see them pulsing, just waiting to be devoured to send you over the edge. As I wait, you can feel my warm breath on them. In your impatience, you rock back, shoving your pussy in my face. I give you a single long slow lick, from your clit all the way back until I find the edges of the plug and do a single slow circle around the perimeter. I withdraw my tongue and I stand. You whimper, knowing that your orgasm has to wait.

I take a step away, you look back at me, with my erect cock exposed out of my open jeans.

You pull the drool/cum soaked panties out of your mouth, holding them in your hand, you ask, “what are you doing, babe?” Right as my jeans hit the floor.

Seeing you take the panties out of your mouth, I quickly close the gap between us, I stand behind you and grip your throat, pulling you up to your knees and against my body before you have time to react. Your wet lips feel can feel the heat of my balls against you with my shaft placed between your cheeks, pulling significant pressure against the plug.

“Didn’t I tell you to not drop those”

“But I didn’t” you say with a coy look on your face

I shift my hand from your throat to your ponytail and force your face into the cushion of the couch, burying it as my two middle fingers from my other hand dive into your throbbing hole, the press deep, and I drag them across the front, rubbing your g-spot as I withdraw them. You scream loudly knowing you are muffled. Another one of those may be enough to make you squirt you think. My now soaking wet hand slaps you hard and loudly across the ass, your scream this time out of surprise and pain. I tug on your ponytail. “Don’t be a smart ass, you know better”

“Yes Sir”

“Oh, you remembered this time. Good girl”

You smile, proud of yourself for not getting another handprint on your already stinging ass.

“For that, we are going to do something different tonight, I’m tired of jacking off without you. And I love to see your face as you cum, so we are going to record you cumming for me, am I clear?”

You look away, somewhat shy. As I gently grab your chin, and make you look me in the eye.

“I don’t want to watch some random whore on the internet, I want to watch my Beautiful wife moan like a whore just for me”

-For some reason hearing the degradation come from me made your wetness start to run down your thigh.

I continue: “nothing turns me on like my wife, especially when she’s enjoying what I do to her body, and I want her to hold nothing back as she cums for me. If you are going to scream, swear or squirt, I want you to let it happen, because I am going to do the same”

You smile, knowing that I’m about to ravish you “well, Sir, you should probably get your phone” and you bend over, arching your back you start to trace the edges of the pink of your pussy lips with your fingers while you wait. Giving me a tease of a show while I take a moment to find where my cell has gone in the commotion. I find it and stand behind you again as I unlock it. Your fingers go from teasing to massaging my balls while you wait. I grab the blanket out of the chest and lay it out, without a word, you shift onto it.

I place the camera in selfie mode so you can watch, and press record before I place it on the windowsill in front of you. You see it’s on and arch your back, lifting enough to glide your wet pussy up the underside of my hard shaft. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

“Not until you put those panties back where they belong”

“Yessir” you look at the camera as you shove them into your own mouth, resting your head on the cushion, bracing yourself for me to take you.

“Until I say otherwise, you better have something in your mouth”

You nod with a muffled “yessir”

I press against you, my cock pressing the plug as I increase the pressure.

“Do you want to cum for me yet?”

“Please just fuck me already” you say in frustration through the thong in your mouth. I reach down grabbing my shaft and begin to rub the tip against you. You moan, looking into the camera as you do. But my hand shifts, grabbing the plug, I start to press it deeper and then withdraw. I repeat this, each time pressing further and withdrawing further, feeling the resistance as your body attempts to retain it. You breath very heavily as your ass relinquishes the plug to my hand. I don’t let it all the way out before I am returning it. I play with the plug in your ass, entering and withdrawing, feeling your body stretch to revive it and clench as I get all the way in. After a few minutes of doing this you are almost panting, and the inside of your thighs are covered in wet running down them.

You look back, “please sir, can I cum?”

“No”

“Please” the pleading in your voice sounding desperate

“Not yet”

“I’ll let you fuck my ass”

I smile, thinking about it for a moment.....I get lost in the thought of how good your ass feels for a brief second, but decide: “no, not yet”

You whimper. And reach between your legs to grab my shaft. You begin to stroke me, pausing and whipping your pussy with your hand, you use it to lubricate the shaft. feeling my hard cock engorge at your fingertips you start to run it against your hole, wanting me to finally take you. I ease back but you are persist and move your hips back with me keeping my tip just against you until I back away.

You’re eyes start to well up in frustration, you beg “please sir, I need to cum, I’ll make it up to you, please I just need your cock in me”

“Make it up to me?” You sparked my interest, “how exactly are you going to do that?”

“Whatever you want, I’ll do it, just fuck me already damnit.”

“Good” I grab your arms, pinning them in the middle of your back, and press my hard cock against your pussy, nice and slowly I enter you. Your wet lips slowly part as the glide down my shaft. You scream and moan as I glide in. But I pause halfway. Your moan cuts short as you weren’t expecting it. You don’t wait for long before throwing you hips back and plunging my all the way into you. I let go of your arms and grip your hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh inside your hip bones, driving my cock as deep as I can, the pressure from your pulsating almost sending me over the edge on the first thrust. You look into the camera to see my expression as I let out a loud groan sending you into orgasm. You spasm, grinding on my dick. Moaning loudly, never breaking eye contact with yourself in the camera, proud to be be pleasing me, while enjoying yourself.

You begin violently rocking your hips on my dick, trying to milk my cock with your pussy enough to send me over the edge before your orgasm is finished. I groan, enjoying every moment of riding the razors edge as you cum. But I don’t release.

You take a moment to catch your breath, and I take control again, thrusting deeply. I reach my arm up and around your neck, lifting you up against my body as I thrust. My arm getting tighter and tighter around your neck, you realize I’m doing to try to get a second orgasm out of your right away. Your hands go to my hips as you try to pull me deeper into you. You look down into the camera, watching your tits bounce as I take your from behind, the breath escaping from your lungs doesn’t seem to be enough and your hands go up to my arm, tapping me lightly as your world starts to slowly …go…. dark.... ….I release the pressure and you gasp, “you always clench so hard when I do that”

“Oh?” You reply very muffled as you are disoriented and still have the thong in your mouth.

“Yes, your pussy feels so fucking good all the time but damn, you grip me hard when I do that, and it seems your thighs alway get drenched.”

“Then do it again”

I bite your shoulder as my arm tightens around your neck again.

“I want to wakeup fullof youcum” you say muffled

“I’m sorry? I couldn’t hear you, I let go of your neck and pull the thong out of your mouth,

“I want you to cum inside me. I want you to choke me until I pass out but I want to wake up with your cum dripping out of me”

“You’re sure?” I ask.

“Please sir”

I shove the panties back in your mouth and adjust the camera a little. I wrap my arm around your neck again slowly squeezing tightly, you rocking your hips on my cock as hard as you can from the position, your hand holding my arm for support. “You like fucking me like this babe?”

“Oh god yes, ....god your pussy is tight” you hear as everything fades away.

Your hands fall from my arm and the rest of your body goes limp as your crotch squeezes my cock, clenching tightly. I ease you, face down ass up and ride you with reckless abandon trying to dump my load into you before you wake. But I remember the panties in your mouth and pull them out as I put you onto your back, I check on you and you are breathing, drooling a little bit but fine so I slide your hips to the edge of the couch, lifting your thighs up, I slide my cock back into you, deeply. You gasp and wake is I plunge in. Before you can thing you feel me withdrawal and slowly but forcefully plunge deep into you again. You scream, in a combination of pleasure, pain and surprise. As you come around you feel my cock rhythmically going from shallow strokes to deep strokes and remember that you are supposed to have the panties in your mouth, you frantically start looking for them as another deep thrust throws you off. “Don’t worry about them, I’m going to put something in your mouth in a moment”

“Did you cum babe?” you ask not feeling that familiar warmth you were expecting

“No I couldn’t ”

You have a disappointed look on your face,

“you felt amazing, but I had to stop and make sure you were okay”

“Thank you hun, but I know you can” you still look disappointed but understanding.

I continue to thrust, every time feeling that large plug rub on the underside of my shaft, teasing my cock.

After a few moments you are back to moaning. And my rhythm picks up in response. “Baby you like fucking me like this”

“God yes” I plunge deep, and pause

You gasp in response “I want you to fuck me harder”

I plunge deeply again, with more speed.

“Harder”

this time you can hear our body’s slapping against each other.

“I might be your wife but I want you to fuck me like a whore”

Slightly taken aback, I thrust hard and fast, each time getting harder and a little faster “god your cock feels good”

I grope your tits, slamming my body into yours.

“Oh FUCK ME, ...YES!” Your arms wrap around my neck and you rock your hips to my thrusting. You scream loudly as your body goes into a full spasm. You squirt onto my dick, leaving a puddle, Pushing the plug out onto the blanket, your legs violently shake. I don’t stop, again riding the edge of my own orgasm but not feeling the release.

You try to catch your breath as my pace continues to search for my own release. But we both slow down, your hands rest on my chest as we try to catch our breath.

“Are you going to cum for me babe” you ask a bit frustrated.

“Oh I’m going to cum for you babe, I was really close”

“stand up” you tell me,

“Why?”

“I think you need your dick sucked so you can relax for a moment”

I smile and oblige, standing up with your squirt and cum dripping off of me. You reach down, re insert the plug, shift to the edge of the couch and grip my cock very tightly with your hand. I smile, and you start to finger yourself as you take my balls into your mouth. I groan, getting louder as you start to stroke me shaft. You build the pace, quickly gripping me tightly and jacking me off hard and fast. You can feel my shaft become more engorged. Right as you force all the blood to my head you put it into the back of your throat, gagging on it. “Oh god yes! It feels good when you do that”

You pull me out, and smile “I know” then you shove my cock all the way down your throat again. Gagging but clearly not letting it stop you. You start to moan as you withdraw me from you mouth, sucking as hard as you can on just the tip while your tongue flutters across it.

“Holy fuck, that feels amazing”

You pause for a moment, looking around. Finding the camera still recording, you hold it, smiling and making eye contact with it as you start to suck my dick again. Your eyes closing as you start building yourself up to another orgasm. “Hand me the phone, and put your arms behind your back”

you oblige. I hold the camera from my perspective and use my other to shove you down on my shaft. Your eyes welling up as you gag on my cock, (I groan again.) I hold you there for a moment until you start to squirm to breath. I release for you to catch your breath, my precum and your saliva dripping down onto your tits.

“Are you okay?” I ask

You cough, look back at me and without saying a word drive your mouth down my shaft. Gagging, you bob back and forth until the only things you can hear are the Gluck , Gluck Gluck of my cock in your throat and me moaning.

When you stop for air, I ask if you were close to giving yourself an orgasm a moment ago. You look up at me, tears streaming down your face chin covered in precum and drool, several strings dripping to your chest.

“I was starting to”

“That won’t do, Put your hands behind your head, interlace your fingers”

You do, knowing that you need to widen your knees to in this position. But wonder if you are in trouble for pleasing yourself.

“Good girl” I lean down and kiss your forehead

You blush

“You look beautiful babe”

“Even like this?” tears from the gagging still wet on your face, saliva still dripping.

“You are choosing to please me over air itself, FUCK YES, even more so, this is the makeup of a good fuck”

You smile and blow a kiss at the camera

“Love you”

“Love you too, now don’t move, or I’m going to slap that pretty little face of yours”

“Yes sir” you say as I disappear from the room

I return a moment later, holding the suction cup dildo. And I throw it on the floor, it lands upright just between us.

“Mount it” you move and slide the tip into you before reassuming the position of your hands behind your head.

“You can ride it when I’m in your mouth, but you can’t cum until I tell you.

“Yes sir”

I grab your hands at the back of your head, and take you into my mouth, you get situated and begin to ride the dildo, feeling it fill you, you moan loudly onto my dick, the vibration teasing me a bit. You pick up the pace and immediately you shove me down your throat again, Gluck, Gluck Gluck and you seem determined to get deeper each time.

When you withdraw for air, a coughing mess, I tell you to “wait” and bring over a chair. I set down the camera at a height where you can watch yourself. You see the mess of fluids on your face and chuckle a little bit.

“What?” I ask

“Love makeup” you smile, “can I use my hands now?”

“Yes” I say as I reach down, groping your tits I kiss you on the forehead “yes, good girl”

You responded by wrapping one hand around my balls and taking them into your mouth while jacking me off again. As you do I watch you start to ride the dildo, alternating between going up and down and grinding. Your pace quickens and you look at the camera, maintaining eye contact, you shove me down your throat again. This time we moan in unison as you start to approach your orgasm. My hands on the back of your head as I ride my edge again

You seem to enjoy watching yourself gagging on my cock. You keep eye contact until you get much closer to your release. You pull me out from your throat and while gasping for air you ask “please sir can I cum?”

“No”

“PLEASE CAN I CUM, SIR?!?!”

“No”

“I’M SO FUCKING SORRY I CANT HELP IT IM CUMMING” you say and immediately drive my cock down your throat to try to abide by the rules you were given. You scream and moan between Glucking on my head.

When you stop, you come up for air, I’m standing over you, looking disappointed. Exhausted you are leaning against me, my soaking wet cock against your face, smearing even more across you.

You look me in the eyes “please, I’m so sorry” you whimper.

“You know the rules, if you cum without permission, I cum without you”

“No, please, no”

I stand upright and start to stroke myself slowly, deliberately.

“Please baby” you beg

I continue to silently stroke my shaft. Closing my eyes to concentrate. You immediately sieve the opportunity and grabbing my ass pull yourself down onto my cock as hard and as deep as you can. I open my eyes as I feel your throat spamming on my not just my head but my shaft. Holy fuck does it feel amazing.

You pull me out coughing hard, managing to get out “please*cough*sir”

“What do you propose?”

“Please I just want to help you cum”

I think for a moment, “go grab your thong” you find it quickly as I continue to stroke my self.

“Give me the plug”, you take a moment and return it to me.

“Face down, ass up, edge do the couch” you do as you were told, I approach. Again my soaking wet balls and shaft against your aching lips, My throbbing cock just inches away from your ass. You take a deep breath and wait.... I grab the dildo, and tell you that “it needs to take the place of the plug, ....or I will.” You consider it for a moment, and decide that you will slide it into your ass. You take a deep breath and start to ease it in, making sure to look at the camera to capture your expression. Once seated, I tease the edge of your gap with my head but I tell you “on your back, like you were”

You roll over, bringing your ass to the edge. I take the thong and unravel it, sliding it over your head, around your neck.

“I thought you didn’t want me to clean up” you say thinking it’s to clean some of the mess Weber made of your face and chest.

“It’s not, it’s to choke you. I’m going to cum, you just aren’t going to be awake for it” I tell you.

You realize what’s about to happen, and lean forward a bit “god I want you to fucking cum babe,… use me” you lean back accepting your fate.

I mount you, somehow you feel tighter than ever, knowing what’s about to happen, you pussy is swollen ready for me to release into it. You grab my shaft and guide me in. I let out a groan that’s almost a growl as I slide deeper into your body. You whisper “you like that baby”

“Mhmmmm” I growl as I slide in and out of you

“I want you to cum inside me babe”

I pick up the pace alternating between slow and fast, deep and shallow. My hand reaches up and gropes your still wet breast. I grab your nipple and you gasp.

“Baby, take what’s yours”

I pick up the pace, getting more and more aggressive,

“Oh god baby, fuck me, I’m going to cum” you moan

A grip the thong around your neck, as I do you reach down and grab the base of my cock, squeezing tightly making your hand my personal cock ring. “I’m not grabbing your arm this time babe” you say with a smile

My hand lifts up on the thong, putting pressure around your neck, as it does you say “fill me please, I need your cum,...oooff fuuuuuck” you start to release as the world goes dark. your body goes limp as your pussy pulses gripping me tightly, you start gushing, sending me over the edge. I shout loudly as your orgasm causes me to release into you. I release the garrote of a thong, I don’t stop pumping, I can’t stop, you feel too amazing. You come back to with a gasp as I continue to pump, my breath shuddering as my hot load drips out of you.

“I told you you could do it” you whisper as you run your fingers through my hair.

“I love you, beautiful” I reply before I kiss your forehead.

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