Precum beads at the tip of my cock. She might actually succeed at breaking me, she keeps this up. As if reading my thoughts, she places a hand on her belly and tips it in time to the song.
If she means to make up for that show in New York, she’s forgiven. I almost forgot about that. It was almost two years ago, clearly my words stuck with her because she’s putting her all into this show.
“Damn,” I growl, when she turns and bends at the waist to show off that plump ass. The string of the teddy lost in all that sweetness.
I bare my teeth. If she was closer, I’d bury my face between her cheeks and pull the thong out before sucking on her sweet pussy. I drag my tongue across my lips as if tasting her on them already.
I say a prayer of thanks as she starts to dance her way to me. I hate to ruin her show, but she didn’t make the anchor on my restraints taut enough. If I wanted, I could get my hands free.
I still consider it as she gets nearer. She turns her back to me and moves like she’s going to sit in my lap. Instead, she plants her hands on the sides of me and leans back, taunting me some more.
I stick my tongue out and lick her cheek when she turns her face to the side. That brings a smile to her lips. In a quick motion, she’s facing me, straddling my lap as she looks down at me. Bringing her lips inches from mine, she breathes me in.
It takes everything in me to remember that I’ve given her control. Otherwise, I’d take her mouth and devour her. Those lush lips are tempting me.
“Not bad,” I say to goad her.
She tilts her head to the side a bit. “Oh, you thought that was it?”
She reaches between us and grabs my cock. A curse is on the tip of my tongue as she moves to her knees and take me in her mouth. I drop my head back and ball my fists.
“Gah, baby,” I groan.
Is she sucking my dick to the song? I look up at the mirror above and she has her eyes on me as I watch our reflection. I drop my gaze to Roni in the flesh. Fuck yeah, she’s damn near swallowing my cock to the rhythm of the song and that shit is so fucking hot, I start to lift my hips to match her efforts.
This seems to egg her on. I roll my hips and she bobs her head, working her hands at the same time. Pure natural talent.
Shit, she can have control anytime she wants with head like this. My eyes roll in the back of my head. My thighs start to burn from the position we’re in, but you’d have to shoot my ass to stop this.
Roni reaches to run her hands up my abs and I jerk. “Fuck,” I hiss out.
She lets me pop free from her mouth. “Too much for you, boss?”
“Not at all, princess. I’m still with you, baby.”
“Mm, let’s fix that.”
She wipes her forearm across her mouth, then lifts to straddle me once again. This time she captures my lips. It becomes a battle of wills as we use our tongues to fight for control of the kiss.
I’m so consumed by our power struggle, I don’t realize she’s seating herself until her tight, hot pussy has sheathed me, pulling a groan from my lips. She cups my face and holds me to her, preventing me from telling her that she forgot to put a condom on me.
As she starts to ride me, rocking and rolling her hips, all is forgotten. The feel of being inside her bare draws out something animalistic inside me. I tug at my wrists to unhook them. Once, twice, the third time is a charm.
“John,” she gasps when I cage her in between my bond arms and thrust into her.
I stare into her eyes and she looks down at me. Yeah, I tried. Moment of truth, I never really thought I had it in me to be the bottom.
Sweat pours down my face as I guide her body on top of mine. However, my girl isn’t ready to lose complete control. She tugs my head back and rides me harder.
“That’s my princess take it. You’re soaking my cock, baby. You like riding me, don’t you?”
She sucks my lip into her mouth. “I’m not the only one enjoying this. You’re so hard. I feel you heating up inside me. Come, John. Give me what I want?”
I give her a devilish smile. I come inside her, that’s it. She’s sealing her fate. My heart pounds at the thought of her swollen with my child.
“You sure you want that?”
Her reply is to suck my tongue into her mouth, and she does this slow roll of her hips, again, moving in sync with the song. As she wishes. I finally free my hands. It’s time I give my baby what she’s asking for.
Roni
I’m taken by surprise when John grabs the thong of the teddy and tears it. I had pushed it aside in my eagerness. I don’t get much time to react as he wraps my braid with one hand and palms my back with the other.
He instantly takes over. Thrusting into me and tugging my head back. I’m bowed backward as he rocks into me.
“Do you realize I’m going to come inside you?” he growls before he captures one of my nipples in his mouth.
I tighten and gush all over him. My screams fill the air as he drills my body from beneath. The bite to my scalp from him tugging me backward only increases the pleasure.
“Yes, yes.”
“Fuck me, princess. Don’t stop now,” he hisses through his teeth.
He lets me up a bit, but he doesn’t stop thrusting up into me and he still has a tight hold on my braid. I can tip my chin down enough to look into his face. His face is soaked in sweat. He releases a groan and his nostrils flare. The sweat from his nose flies onto my breasts as he releases a harsh breath. The sight is so fucking hot.
I’ve never seen John so unhinged. I flex my walls around his shaft. He growls and slaps my ass so hard I come. My eyes widen as he smiles with all his teeth and pistons into me harder.
Then it happens. It’s as if I leave my body and I’m hovering above our sweaty connected ones. The look in John’s eyes reveals more than desire and the determination to make me come again.
I see… love? Is that what it looks like? He places a kiss to the center of my chest that’s such a contradiction to his fucking. It’s tender and reflects the look in his eyes.
“You sure you want me to come inside you?” he whispers.
His words caress my soul like a plea. It is in this moment that I want to be his, I need to be marked by him, to know he’ll always be this for me. If that means he needs me to be submissive for him, I think I can do that.
I’m determined to try all I can. Yet, I know that’s not what he’s asking for. This goes beyond submission. He’s asking for a different trust. The kind that you plan for. A decision that builds a future.
“Give yourself to me,” he pleas, placing a hand over my heart.
I nod, relishing the feel of him swelling even more. “Yes.”
I throw my head back as his hot seed fills me. He kisses between my breasts and finally releases the hold he has on my hair. My mind reels as I come down from the best high of my life.
“You know… I could end up… that might have been stupid,” I mutter.
“I have no regrets. Blacks play for keeps. Whatever happens from this moment, I’m conscious that I want it all. All of you and all of what we are to each other. It’s my job to care for you. Let me.”
I say nothing to those words. Not because I have nothing to say, but because I want to wrap myself in them. I want to be cared for.