Fuck deadlines. My pants are not supposed to be at the foot of your bed. I’m straddling you, cupping my hands around your jaw and lifting your lips towards mine, when I kiss you softly. I’m wearing a light shirt, folded at the cuffs, and my ass is bare save my thong, hovering above your lap. You let me do what I want despite knowing better, sighing into me. My thumb runs along the edge of your brow as I go in deeper, my tongue brushing the inside of your lip, before you meet me. I fold my free arm around your neck, pressing my breasts against your chest, begging for more, as you lean back. My heart is beating quicker now. I move to your neck and ears, where you can hear my lightening breaths and I yours. My hand wanders down your chest, rubbing your nipples lightly before sliding under your shirt and up your back, scratching you tenderly, silently begging you to fuck me.
You’re not giving anything to me yet. I’m done pulling away from the magnet between us and sit down on your crotch. Your shirt is now off, and my tongue licks down your chest, where I begin to suck gently on your nipples, with one hand running along your arm, down towards your wrist and palm. You taste good, damn it. My free hand presses from your strong shoulder, across the flat of your stomach, and slowly slides downwards towards what I want. I begin to rub it softly, along its length, loving the way I feel your cock grow under my palm, swelling and throbbing in eager restraint. You moan softly as I rub.
I straddle you completely this time, letting my warmth meet yours. My pussy begins to quiver in anticipation as it grinds softly on the cloth over your growing erection, and I use my hands on your stomach to steady myself. My tits are squeezed between my arms, my deepening cleavage pouring out of my shirt, breasts swaying ever so slightly.
Time doesn’t know us, but then your pants are off soon later, and the lips of my swollen and dripping pussy are rubbing up and down along your erection. I want your shaft in me so badly, but I hold in my desire and let myself leak. I love feeling the way your massive cock is begging for me, and the way I require it to fill me fully again, past my tightness – I let out a whimper of desperation with every grind of my ass. I feel you massaging my tits; your face is flushed, but so is mine.
When you’re ready, I dribble the tip your cock against my entrance for a bit, then I sit. My head falls back. You’re so large, fuck you. I can’t handle you, I think, but I feel myself riding now, faster, wanting more of you; a primal urge. I’m gasping. I can never have enough of you. I’m bouncing my ass now on you, over and over, wanting to encourage you. My tits dangle with every pump. I’m addicted to the way you push against me. Blissful pain. The scent of our desperation. I’m whimpering to your heavy breaths, and my breasts begin to sweat lightly as they swing. Shit…
You suddenly rip my shirt down, my tits pop out vulnerably, and you fling me down on the bed by my hips. My ass sticks up on in the air, ready for me to be punished. I want you to thrust hard into me, please. I want to feel you slide in and out of my being, pushing me into an oblivion of screams. I want you to cum for me, in me; I want your seed. You would taste so damn good afterwards.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mdxup1/what_would_you_do_to_me
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