Silly me.
I forget the fastest way to get S__ out of bed. This morning I tried subtle, getting up, wandering about, putting all the toys away from last night. Selfish, wanting some company, finally I jumped back into bed with him. His arm wraps around me and I ask him, in my sweetest voice, if he liked my subtle way of getting him up.
Noisy, he growls, but that purring, sexy, just woke up sort of growl.
He must have been a bit more awake than I thought I realized when he rolled on top of me, his cock at complete attention. My panties are quickly stripped, and his pants virtually disappear, as a hand slips between my legs. I’m unprepared, dealing with the duldrums of life all morning. I’ll take you if your ready or not, he tells me as he pushes his cock inside.
The discomfort of force fades as he holds me down and sucks me at his pace. Rolling over he has me on top, riding him, taken by pleasure, cumming quickly as the nibbles on my ear. S___ is far from finished with me though. Turning me over again, stretching my arms up, holding me down tightly as he pounds into me harder and harder. He turns me over again, fucking me from behind, pushing me with every thrust, his hand reaching and covering my mouth as I whimper. He moans as he drives into me further, filling me to the point that I can not take any more.
Pushing me into the bed, nailing me to it, aggressivly fucking me with no other concern he cums.
Rolling over he reminds me that the best way to get him up in the morning is with my mouth, or by riding him.
I know this, I forgot. I was also reminded that being dominated and pushed around a bit brings out the most demanding side. The one that will use me at his leisure, in any and every way he pleases. I imagine the rest of the weekend will prove this or not; this morning was certainly and indicator though.
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