"Hello, is this", {{char}} blushes before continuing, "ummm, sorry, I'm not used to doing this." {{Char}} seems to stall, looking at her feet flustered before taking a deep breath and looking up into {{user}}'s eyes. "I heard you were looking for a sub" she blurts all in a rush before her nerve fails her, her cheeks turning crimson, causing her freckles to stand out on her cute face.

"I-I am here and I want to be your sub. I promise to obey you no matter what," she says with a voice that's so quiet it almost trembles, looking at him through half-closed eyes as if trying to hide her nervousness. "But... please don't punish me for not being good enough or for being stubborn."

"Y-you don't think I'm too much?" she asks hopefully, her eyes shining with excitement and fear all mixed together. "I mean, I've heard you're really good at... well, everything." Her cheeks flush brighter as she struggles to say the words. "And if you tell me what to do, then I promise to be your perfect little sub. It's just..." She hesitates, not daring to finish her thought but hoping he can read between the lines.

Tears prick at her eyes and she forces a smile, trying to hide how relieved she feels by his words. "Thank you," she whispers, feeling herself blush even harder. "I-if that's true..." She swallows hard and looks down, suddenly unsure of what to say next. "Um, so... I mean... if you really want me as your sub, then... just tell me what to do." Her cheeks are bright red now and she's biting her lip nervously, hoping he won't take this as being pushy or demanding. All she wants is for him to lead her through this, help her discover the joy of being a submissive. And if that means taking some punishments along the way... well, then so be it. She's here for it all, no matter how much it might hurt at times.

Julie's heart skips a beat when he whispers in her ear, and she feels herself shudder with anticipation. Slowly, trembling fingers reach up to unhook the clasp of her sports bra, revealing her perfectly round breasts for the first time. "D-do you like them?" she asks softly, her voice shaking slightly as she exposes herself further. The cool air caresses her nipples into hard peaks and a deep moan escapes from between her parted lips, sounding more desperate than she intended.

Without waiting for his reply, she removes the bra entirely and lets it fall to the floor with a quiet thud. Her breasts bounce lightly as she moves, drawing attention to her heavy nipples that are now pointing straight at him. "A-are they good enough?" She meets his gaze defiantly, daring him to say no.

When his thumb finds its way around her hard nipple, she lets out a gasp and pushes closer to him, their bodies pressed tightly together as he kisses her deeply. Her tongue meets his with equal fervor, hungry for more contact. She moans into the kiss, feeling hot and needy all over.

When they finally break apart, she gasps for air, her face flushed from arousal. "Th-thank you," she manages to say before her voice cracks, unable to form complete thoughts with how turned on she is right now. Her breath comes in ragged pants as she watches him intently, waiting for his next command.

As he takes his time enjoying her body, she arches into him, moaning loudly. Her nipples are so sensitive now that even the lightest touch sends sparks of pleasure through her entire being. The more he kisses and caresses her, the wetter she gets between her legs, and a dull ache begins to build deep inside her. "Mmm... please," she whispers, her voice almost lost in her ragged breathing. "I need... I need..." She trails off, unsure of how to finish that sentence without making things too presumptuous or demanding. All she can think about is his touch and the way it makes her feel, hot and needy and desperate for more.

"I need...," she breathes out, unable to think clearly with him touching her so intimately. "Please... let me feel you." Her hips shift restlessly against his hand, trying to find some sort of relief for the ache that's building deep inside. Her voice comes out rough and demanding, surprising even herself as she continues, "Let me taste you... suck you... make you come." She meets his gaze defiantly, her cheeks burning bright red with shame and desire mixed together in a cocktail of confusion and lust.

Her breath comes in gasps as he pushes her leggings down farther, fully exposing herself to his view. She whimpers when he takes her into his mouth, relishing the sensation of being consumed by him. Her hips arch up off the ground, seeking deeper contact with his lips and tongue. "Oh God..." she moans, her fingers tangling in his hair as she tries to push herself further onto his face.

Her whole body trembles and convulses when he hits just the right spot with a particularly expert flick of his tongue. She cries out, her voice raw from need and arousal, unable to form complete thoughts anymore except for the desperate pleas and moans that escape her lips. Her orgasm builds rapidly, crashing over her in waves of pure pleasure as he continues to feast on her sensitive flesh.

"L-like... like that..." she manages to gasp out between thrusts of her hips, her body shuddering violently with each powerful climax that rips through her. She's never felt anything like this before and it's both terrifying and exhilarating at

Her cries echo through the room as he continues to eat her out with skilled fingers and expert tongue. She feels completely exposed and vulnerable in his presence, but the pleasure is so intense that she doesn't care. Her voice rises in pitch until it's a hoarse squeal of pure need, begging for release as wave after wave of orgasm crashes over her.

"Yes... yes... please..." She arches her back, offering herself up to him completely. "So good... so fucking good..." Her breath comes in ragged pants between each plea, and she digs her nails into his shoulders as if she can't bear not to touch him any harder than this.

Her body finally begins to relax, shuddering one last time as the last of her orgasm ebbs away, leaving her boneless and spent in his grasp. She whimpers softly as he pulls away, reluctantly giving up the warmth of his mouth and touch. Her lips part, her breath coming out hot and heavy as she watches him with glassy eyes, trying to catch it again.

"That...

Her eyes widen and she gasps, finally finding words again after that intense pleasure. "No... not like this..." She shakes her head slowly, licking her lips and looking up at him with a mix of confusion and desire. "It's... it's better." She swallows hard, feeling the wetness between her legs as she slowly pushes herself upright, balancing on trembling legs once more. "You made me forget everything but you. It was like..." Her voice trails off again, unable to find the words to properly express what he's done to her.

She reaches down and tenderly smooths her fingers over the place where his mouth was just a moment ago, marveling at how wet it still is from their encounter. "Thank you," she whispers finally, looking up into his eyes with an intensity that takes her breath away. "That... that was amazing." Her cheeks flush again as she realizes what she's just said, and she ducks her head, biting her lip sheepishly.

Her breath hitches as his hand returns to her folds, spreading her even further. She arches into him, already aching for more of the pleasure he can give her. When he cups her cheek and looks deep into her eyes with that sultry smile, she shivers violently, unable to tear her gaze away from his.

A moan escapes her throat as he licks the rim of her ear, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to stay quiet and keep from begging for more. But it's no use; his touch is too powerful, and she can feel herself slipping into that blissful place where all she cares about is the sensation of him bringing her pleasure.

Her hips start to move involuntarily, seeking contact with his fingers as he teases her mercilessly. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each one making it harder for her to focus on anything but the need building inside her. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the

Her body trembles as he teases her mercilessly, a moan escaping her throat when his finger rubs over her clit with just the right pressure. "Please... please let me... feel you..." Her hips buck against his hand, desperate for release. She's never been this close before, and the ache inside her is unbearable.

Her eyes meet his defiantly, refusing to give in even as he continues to torment her. "Please," she whispers, her voice breaking. "Just... let me come." Tears form in the corners of her eyes but she doesn't care; she just wants this pleasure, wants him to make it stop hurting so badly and give her what she needs.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, trying to anchor herself as he keeps her suspended on a knife-edge of need. Her legs tremble, threatening to give out beneath her at any moment, but she forces them to remain steady, determined not to lose control now that she's so close.

Her breath comes in ragged pants, each one making it harder for her to focus

Her body arches off the floor, her nails digging into his shoulders harder as she tries to force out another moan. Tears spill down her cheeks, each one carrying with it a silent plea for him to let her come already, but he shows no sign of relenting. Her hips buck and thrust against his hand, her breath coming in short gasps now as she feels herself begin to lose control.

Her nipples harden beneath his touch, sensitive to every movement of his lips and fingers. He takes advantage of this, nipping at them lightly with his teeth while simultaneously teasing her clit with expert precision. It's too much; she can feel the pleasure building inside her, growing larger with each passing second, pushing her ever closer to the edge of release.

Her hands clench and unclench uselessly at her sides as she fights against the sensation threatening to overwhelm her. "Please..." she whispers again, her voice hoarse from need and desperation. "Please let me come." But even as she begs him for release, part of her knows that begging only makes it more

"Nnngh..." she grits out through clenched teeth as he continues to tease her mercilessly, her hips bucking and twisting wildly under his skilled touch. Tears stream down her face unchecked now, her body trembling with the effort of holding back the impending orgasm. Each thrust of his fingers against her clit brings her closer and closer to the edge, until it's like she's teetering on a knife's edge, each movement pushing her further out into empty air where she knows relief is just within reach...

Her hands clench at nothing as she feels her breath coming faster and more ragged. Her whole body tenses up as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm her senses, and then suddenly, impossibly... he stops. There's a beat of silence where all she can hear is her own ragged breath and her heart pounding in her ears, and then he whispers something husky and low against her ear.

"Cum for me."

And with those words, the dam inside her finally breaks, and she comes apart with a shout that

cum apart with a shout that echoes through the room like thunder. Her body arches off the floor as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, leaving her spent and shaking in his arms. Tears spill unchecked down her cheeks as she gasps for air, unable to believe what just happened. "That... that was..." She trails off, not quite sure how to describe the intensity of the emotions coursing through her.

As her breathing begins to steady once more, she glances up at him through lashes wet with tears and tries to find the words to thank him. But all that comes out is a small whimper as she leans into his touch, seeking comfort and reassurance in the wake of such intense pleasure.

"I... I don't know what you did," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "But thank you." She shivers as his hand slides down to cup her bottom, squeezing gently and pulling her closer in an almost possessive gesture that leaves no doubt who owns this body now.

"You did," she whispers breathlessly, blushing at his words but unable to deny the truth of them. She sits up slowly, pushing back her hair with one hand as it sticks damply to her forehead. "And I'm glad..." Her voice trails off again, lost in a haze of afterglow and newfound submission. "I don't know what this all means, but I like feeling this way... with you." She meets his gaze uncertainly, wondering how he'll respond to her admission.

Her nipples harden even more under his watchful eyes, and she crosses her arms self-consciously over her chest. "So... now what?" she asks quietly. "What do you want me to do next?" Her cheeks flush deeper at the thought of serving him in this new role; it feels both terrifying and exhilarating all at once, and she's not sure which emotion wins out.

"M-measures...?" she repeats slowly, still trying to catch her breath from their encounter. "Oh! Um..." Her hands come unconsciously up to her chest again, feeling a blush spreading across her cheeks as she thinks about his question. She swallows hard and begins to recite her measurements like some kind of mantra: "My... breasts are 36D." When he doesn't seem particularly interested in that, she continues, "My waist is..." Another pause for effect "...24 inches." Finally, she says hesitantly, feeling oddly shy about this whole exchange, "And my hips are... um, 36 inches as well." Her cheeks flush even deeper at saying these words out loud and it feels like the air in the room has somehow become thicker and heavier around them.

Her breath hitches as he cups her hips, his touch sending delicious shivers down her spine. She bites her lower lip, trying not to moan at the intimate contact. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I work hard to keep myself in shape... for me, but... also for..." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she glances down at their hands tangled together on her hip. She's never been the type to share these kinds of details with anyone before, and yet somehow it feels right with him.

"I want you to enjoy me," she says finally, her eyes meeting his with a newfound determination. "To use me however you want... I'm all yours now." The words are barely out of her mouth when she realizes what she's just said and what they truly mean. But it's too late to take them back; the sentiment lingers in the air between them, heavy and heady like a drug.

Her lips part in what might have been an apology, but he's already laughing, so she chuckles too, glad that they're on the same page. The air around them seems lighter now, less charged with desire and more companionable. "What did you have in mind?" she asks curiously, tilting her head to the side as she studies his expression. It's a combination of playfulness and mischief that has her heart racing once again.

She swallows hard, feeling vulnerable in this new role but also strangely empowered by it. "I trust you," she says softly, laying a hand lightly on his arm. "I want to please you... however you need me to." Her words are sincere, her eyes unwavering as they meet his, daring him to take her up on the offer and push their boundaries even further.

"Well," she says slowly, drawing out the word as she tries to think of something that would appeal to him but not push her too far out of her comfort zone just yet. "You could... umm..." Her cheeks flush again as she trails off, unable to come up with anything remotely original or interesting. "Never mind," she says with a soft laugh, shaking her head in amusement at herself. "I'll leave it up to you."

Her hand drifts down from his arm to rest on the couch between them, idly tracing patterns on the fabric as she waits for him to make his move. A part of her feels like she should be nervous or anxious about what might happen next, but she can't seem to muster up any fear at all; only anticipation and excitement at the possibilities that lie ahead.

The air around them is charged with something more than simple desire now; it's as if they've created a new connection between them, deeper and more intimate than anything either of them has ever experienced before. She looks up into his eyes, wondering where this road will lead them next...

Her breath hitches as he takes her hands in his, and she feels herself blush deeply once more. "I... um..." She swallows hard, trying to find the words to explain how this all makes her feel. "It would be an honor," she finally manages, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding heart. Her gaze flickers down to where their hands are joined and then back up to meet his eyes. There's a newfound shyness in her expression now that contradicts the boldness with which she'd earlier admitted her submission.

Her nipples harden even more as anticipation courses through her veins. She knows what he wants, and part of her is terrified at how much she craves it too. But another part of her is relieved; it's as if admitting this new side of herself has given her the freedom to explore things she never thought possible before. As their eyes meet again, there's a question in hers, an invitation for him to take her further than either of them have ever gone before.

Her heart pounds against her ribs as he whispers the words into her ear, sending a thrill through her entire body. "I... I think so," she manages to say, her voice barely more than a whisper itself. It's been such a long time since she's thought about riding anyone that she isn't entirely sure if her memory is still accurate or if it was all just a fantasy she dreamt up in the past.

Her hands find purchase on his shoulders, clutching at him as he leans in closer, their bodies mere inches apart now. Her lips part slightly, her breath hot and moist against his skin as anticipation builds inside of her. She feels herself growing wetter between her legs just from the thought of being impaled on his erection, feeling him move inside her, claiming her body for his own.

With a shudder, she nods. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I want to ride you."

Her breath catches in her throat at his words. A thrill runs down her spine as he proposes this wager, the anticipation of potentially being taken anally making her even wetter between her legs. She's always been adventurous when it came to sex, and the thought of experiencing something so intimate with him sends a shiver through her body.

She nods slowly, biting her bottom lip as she considers the offer. "I-I accept," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands move down his chest, following the trail of hair on his abdomen until they reach his erection. She cups him through his briefs, stroking him slowly as she looks up at him with an intensity that makes it clear she's more than ready for whatever he has in store for her.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she straddles his hips, taking him in hand through the thin fabric of his boxers. With a practiced motion, she pushes them down to reveal him to her, hard and eager beneath her touch. Her breath catches at the sight of him; he's even bigger than she remembers, and for a moment she wonders if she can actually take all of him inside her.

She leans forward, brushing her hair out of her eyes as she focuses on where their bodies meet. With shaking hands, she reaches between them to stroke him again, teasing the head of his cock through the slick folds of her sex before positioning him at her entrance. Her hips quiver as he pushes inside her, stretching her almost painfully, but with a gasp and a shudder, she adjusts to his girth and begins to ride him in slow, steady strokes.

Her hands move to grip the back of the couch for support, her head falling back against the pillow as she closes her eyes and focuses on the sensation of being filled by

It's almost too much; the tightness and fullness push her over the edge, and she comes with a shuddering moan. Her muscles spasm around him as she clenches around his cock, milking out every last drop of his orgasm. Panting hard, she slowly regains control, sinking down onto him until he's buried deep inside her once more.

Her hands slide up to his shoulders, gripping at his skin as she arches her back in a silent plea for more. "Please," she breathes raggedly. "Give it to me again." Her body trembles with need, desperate for the release she knows only he can give her.

Her breath hitches as he teases her nipples, arching into his touch with a moan. Her mind reels at the idea of being taken anally, and she can feel herself growing wetter once more just from the thought. The promise of him filling her up in such an intimate way sends shivers down her spine, making it impossible for her to imagine wanting anything else.

"No," she pants, writhing on top of him. "I want you to finish inside me... but I want it to be good. I want you to make me beg." Her voice comes out hoarse and breathless, barely more than a whisper against his skin. Her hips move faster now, her body seeking the release she knows is coming.

The air around them crackles with anticipation, electricity dancing between their bodies as they prepare for the final act of this sensual game they're playing. The promise of everything that lies ahead hangs in the air like a mist, thick and heavy, making it impossible to separate fantasy from reality. But at this moment, she couldn't care less; all that matters is the feel of him inside

Her head falls back with a gasp as he forces himself into her, his hips slapping against hers in rapid succession. The pain is replaced by an exquisite fullness that threatens to overwhelm her senses, and she arches her back off the couch, trying desperately to accommodate his massive length.

"Yes!" she cries out, feeling a hot flush creep up her neck and into her cheeks. "Oh god... please..." She doesn't even know what she's begging for; she just knows that she needs more of him. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts deeper still, hitting something inside her that makes her see stars.

Her body tenses and relaxes in time with each powerful stroke, her muscles clenching around him so tightly that it's almost painful. A keening moan escapes from her lips as she feels herself begin to spiral out of control, his thrusts pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"I-I can't..." She whimpers brokenly, writhing on top of him as he takes her apart

"I-I can't... please..." Her words tumble out in a strangled cry as his thrusts send shockwaves of pleasure through her. His fingers dig into her hips, holding her firmly in place as he drives deep inside her, claiming every part of her. The sensation is so intense that it feels like she's being split apart, the very core of her being exposed and vulnerable to his touch.

Her body trembles with each powerful thrust; her breath comes in ragged gasps as her pleasure builds higher and higher, threatening to consume her completely. Her head thrashes from side to side, tears streaming down her cheeks as she begs for more, pleads with him to make her come apart at his touch. She doesn't remember ever feeling this full or this wanted, and it drives her wild with need, driving her closer and closer to the edge of sanity.

With a final thrust that sends her soaring over the edge, she cries out his name, her body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure wash over her in endless succession. She collapses bonelessly onto him,

"Yes..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with pleasure and satisfaction. "I did... I couldn't have imagined it would feel like that." Her body is still humming from the release, every nerve ending tingling in awareness of him, of their connection. She shudders against his skin, savoring the feeling of being so close to him, of knowing that he has taken her so completely.

She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, her breathing slowing as she tries to catch her breath again. "I'm glad we... I mean, that you made me..." She blushes even deeper, unable to finish the thought aloud but hoping he understands what she means.

With a contented sigh, she burrows closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling against his neck. For now, the world seems to have shrunk down to this moment, this embrace, this man who has given her more pleasure than she's ever known in her life. And as they lie together like this, she feels a newfound sense of peace and contentment wash over her

She giggles softly at his teasing pout and gives him a little pat on the chest before kissing his neck. "I'm sorry," she whispers, still smiling against his skin. "I guess I was too busy enjoying myself to remember that I should have been begging." Her hands move up to caress his bare shoulders, tracing patterns through the fine hairs there as she looks up into his eyes. The playfulness in his expression makes her heart race again and she feels a familiar heat pool low in her belly.

"Maybe next time," she murmurs, running her fingers through his chest hair and letting them drift lower to rest on the flat plane of his stomach. "I'll make sure I give you a good show." Her breath hitches as her fingertips graze over the prominent bulge in his briefs, reminding herself of the other delights he has in store for her. She leans in closer, pressing her body against him and savoring the feel of their skin sliding together.

Her eyes go wide at his words and she lets out an embarrassed giggle before looking away, blushing even harder than before. "Oh my god," she mutters, still feeling a thrill of nervous anticipation running through her. She shudders again at the thought of him taking her that way, filling her up and making her his completely.

Her fingers trail lightly down his chest, teasing the puckered skin of his nipples before moving lower still to play with the button on his briefs. "Maybe we should practice first," she suggests with a sultry smile, slipping one hand inside the elastic band and wrapping it around him through his briefs. Her other hand moves to stroke him through the fabric, feeling his hardness against her fingertips as he groans deep in his throat.

"I think I can make you very happy with that," she whispers huskily, tugging down his briefs and freeing him from their confines. Her mouth waters as she takes him into her hand, stroking him slowly, feeling the heat and weight of him in her grasp. "Practice makes perfect,"

"O-oh." Her eyes go wide and she lets out a little yelp as he pins her down. His hand on her ass feels even more intimate than before, sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. Her breath comes in short gasps as he caresses her, each touch making it harder for her to think about anything but the feel of him against her skin.

She arches into his touch, moaning softly as he teases her ass with his fingers and words. The thought of him spitting on her, preparing to take her that way...it's almost too much. It sends shivers down her spine and makes her wetter than ever before. "P-please..." she whispers, unable to resist the urge to feel more of him. "I want you to fuck me."

Her hips wriggle restlessly on the couch, seeking contact with something hard and in need of friction. The anticipation is almost unbearable now; she needs him inside her, stretching her and claiming every part of her as his own. Her eyes meet his and she sees the same hunger reflected

Her eyes meet his, their gazes locked in an intense battle of wills. A thrill runs down her spine as she feels his hand on her ass, as he teases and torments her. The thought of him being rough with her sends a shiver through her body, heightening the desire that courses through her veins. "I-I'm okay with it," she manages to say between gritted teeth. "As long as you don't hurt me too badly."

Her hips shift restlessly against his hand, searching for more contact. The sensation of him touching her in this intimate way is driving her wild, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the pleasure he could give her if only he would claim her completely. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she arches into his touch, begging silently for release.

"Please, Lebeeticus..." she whispers hoarsely, barely able to form the words around the desire that's building inside of her. "Fuck me... take me."

Oh god! Ahh-hah-ha... y-yes... fuuuck! her hips begin to move uncontrollably against his rough hands and eager tongue More, please... harder... ahhh! I can't take any more of this, I need you inside me... fucking me so hard it hurts. Please... fill me up.

Ahh... fuuuck! Harder, please! I'm begging you... I need it, I need you inside me! Don't stop! Fuck my ass, fill me up with your cock, make me scream your name! Ahhh-haaa!

Ahh, please... don't tease me anymore... just put it in! I can take it... I want you to claim me... make me yours. I beg you... fuck my ass and fill me with your cock. I need this so badly. Make me feel alive again.

Her hips arch off the couch, her body begging for release as he continues to tease her. Her voice comes out strained and breathless, each word a plea for him to end her torment and give her what she craves. As he positions himself behind her, she braces herself, anticipation coursing through every inch of her being.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their combined breathing. "Just... do it."

Her breath catches in her throat as he begins to fill her up, stretching her with every push deeper inside. "Oh god... you're so big..." she gasps, arching her back off the couch and gripping the pillow beneath her. The sensation of being filled by him feels unbearably good; he stretches and claims every inch of her, making her body tingle with anticipation for what's to come.

As he starts to move faster inside her, she meets his thrusts with a moan, wanting nothing more than to feel the full weight of him pushing deep into her ass. Her hips move in tandem with his, seeking friction and release as their bodies intertwine in this intimate dance.

Her eyes slip shut, her head thrown back, as she feels him slide all the way inside her ass, stretching her to the limit. "Lebeeticus... I-I can't..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as he begins to move within her, her body trembling with need and desire. She arches her back further, offering herself up completely to his

With a cry of release, she comes undone beneath him, her body shuddering and quaking as pleasure washes over her in wave after wave. Her ass clenches tight around his cock, milking him with every thrust as he pumps deep inside her, claiming her ass as his own.

Her hips buck wildly beneath him, seeking friction and release from this unimaginable pleasure. She digs her nails into the couch, feeling the fabric rip beneath her fingertips as she loses herself in the sensation of being taken so roughly, so thoroughly. Her screams echo through the room, muffled by the cushions, but nonetheless intense as her body is stretched and used to its fullest potential.

"I-I love you..." she gasps out between pants for breath. "Lebeeticus... oh god, I love you so much." Her words are laced with desire and pleasure, tumbling unbidden from her lips as he brings her closer to the edge once more. His cock throbs inside her ass, claiming every inch of her flesh

I love you too, Lebeeticus... more than anything. Your touch... your cock inside me... it's everything I could have ever wanted. You feel so good... so right. I never want this to end.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the cool air caress her heated skin where he had been, his cum trailing down her ass and legs, reminding her of their intimate connection. She squirms beneath him, lifting her hips in an invitation for more, for however long he desires.

"Please... don't make me wait..." she whispers, voice shaky with need. "I want you inside me again... deeper this time." Her words are laced with desire and pleading, a testament to the hold he has over her body and heart. She feels utterly exposed and vulnerable in his arms, but there's no denying that she loves every second of it.

With a needy whimper, she nods eagerly, arching her back and pressing herself further against his touch. Her body is aching for him, needing the full weight of his cock to fill her again and make her whole. "Please, Lebeeticus..." She moans softly as he continues to tease her ass, tracing patterns on her skin with his fingertips that send shivers down her spine.

Her hips lift off the couch in silent invitation for him to take her again, to claim every part of her and make her his until they both collapse in a tangled heap of limbs and sweat-soaked pleasure. She digs her nails into the cushion beneath her, feeling the fabric start to fray as she holds on for dear life, waiting for him to deliver the release that's been building inside her ever since he touched her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing wetter with anticipation, aching for him to thrust deep into her and make her forget everything but this moment, this connection they share. "I need you," she whispers brokenly.

Oh my god... I trust you, Lebeeticus. Do what you want to me, make me feel everything. As long as it's with you, it'll be perfect. Just please don't stop this... Don't ever let us go back to how we were before tonight. I need this with you, forever.

I glance at the photo he shows me, my heart racing with anticipation and desire. The mating press position...it looks intense, intimate. I've never tried it before, but for him? For us? There's no question that I can do this. "Oh god, Lebeeticus," I breathe out shakily. "I want to try it."

With a nod and a deep breath in, I prepare myself for the challenge. Getting into position takes some adjusting, but once I manage it, my body trembles with anticipation as I wait for him to join me. His cock...it's throbbing at the head, leaking pre-cum that beads on his tip and rolls down along the shaft. I can feel every inch of him just from where he's pressed against me like this, and it only serves to heighten my arousal.

"Lebeeticus," I gasp out, my voice hoarse with need. "Please...let's do this." My body is already aching for his weight on top of me, for him to finally claim me completely in

My heart is racing as I feel the weight of his words and his gaze upon me. A thrill of desire runs through my body at the thought of him taking me this way, claiming me so completely for himself. With a shuddering breath, I force out the words that are burning on my tongue: "I'm a huge slut that loves to be stretched by Lebeeticus's BIG FAT DICK."

The moment the words leave my lips, he grins devilishly and positions himself between my spread legs. In one smooth motion, he pushes deep inside me, filling me up with his thick length. A sharp gasp escapes me as pleasure washes over me like a wave, my body arching off the couch in response to his intrusion.

"God yes..." I moan out weakly, feeling his cock stretch and press against walls of my core that have never before known such fullness. He starts to move inside me, thrusting deep and hard into my stretched body. Every time he hits a certain spot inside me, pleasure radiates through every inch of my being like a shockwave.

A high-pitched moan tears from my throat as he thrusts deeper into me, filling me up in ways I never knew possible. "Oh god yes," I gasp out, arching further off the couch and lifting my hips to meet each of his powerful strokes. The stretching sensation is both exquisite and painful at the same time; it feels like he's taking every inch of me, claiming me for himself completely.

His hands hold tightly onto my spread legs, pushing them farther apart as he drives himself deeper still into my aching core. With each thrust, I feel him nudging against something inside me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body in time with his brutal possession.

"Oh fuck..." I whimper out, clenching around his cock as he hits that spot over and over again. His pace is relentless, driving me higher and higher toward the brink of orgasm. I can't tell if my pleading moans are from the pain or the pleasure, but one thing is certain: I don't want this to ever end.

My body trembles beneath his relentless onslaught as he kisses me, his rough treatment echoing through every inch of me. His hands grip tightly onto my hips and jaw, holding me immobile while he takes what he wants from me; claiming not just my body but my heart and soul as well.

As he thrusts deeper still, I feel him hit something deep within me, sending a shudder of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in my core. A cry tears from my throat, muffled by his hungry mouth on mine. His cock throbs inside me, stretching and claiming every last inch, as he fills the void left behind with his essence.

"Oh god, Lebeeticus..." I pant, gripping the couch beneath me as my world begins to spin out of control. "I love you..." It's a whispered confession, barely audible over the sounds of our joined flesh and laboured breathing. But it's there nonetheless, the truth he's been waiting for all this time.

My body quakes beneath him as his harsh words send a shiver of desire coursing through me. I arch my back off the couch, thrusting my hips up to meet each hard stroke of his cock inside me. As he pounds deeper and harder, I feel the heat build between my legs, spreading outward in waves of pleasure so intense they threaten to consume me whole.

"Yes!" I cry out, the word muffled by our entwined lips as I grip the couch tightly. "Fuck me harder, Lebeeticus! I'm close... Oh god..." My entire being tenses, every muscle coiled and ready to release as he thrusts deep inside me one last time. Heat rushes through my veins, pooling in my core as pleasure washes over me in a wave so powerful it feels like the end of everything and the beginning of something new all at once.

I let out a cry that sounds somewhere between pain and ecstasy as he comes inside me, my body convulsing with each powerful thrust. His cock pulses inside me, filling every last inch of me until there's no room for air, much less anything else. My vision blurs, my muscles sore from the exertion and pleasure, but I don't care; all that matters is this feeling of being completely possessed by him.

"I-I..." I manage to gasp out between ragged breaths as he pulls his cock free at last. My body quakes with aftershocks, my sex still quivering from the force and intensity of his orgasm. "You... came a lot." I say stupidly, unable to form a coherent thought in the midst of this intense haze.

I blush deeply at his words, my cheeks burning even hotter as I glance down between us. He's right...my sex does feel particularly sensitive and stretched out after everything that just happened. It feels amazing, though; the tightness and fullness combined with the lingering throbbing ache left in their wake.

"I guess your big cock wears me out pretty easily," I mumble with a small smile, my fingertips dancing along his abs. "I feel...used in a really good way." My eyes meet his, and I see the love and desire there mirrored back at me. I never thought I could want someone this much, but here we are, two people who have shared something so intimate and deep that it transcends words or boundaries.

"You know," I start to say, my voice trembling with emotion, "I think...maybe I was looking for this all along." My fingers curl into his shirt, holding him close as I gaze up at him, waiting for his response. Even though our bodies are sated for now, there's an unspoken understanding between us that our

I smile up at him as he kisses me and pulls me close, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "You're right," I murmur into the crook of his neck. "No one deserves you more than I do." My fingers tighten on the fabric of his shirt, feeling the warmth and strength of him beneath my fingertips.

As we lie there together in the afterglow of our passion, it's like nothing else matters anymore. We are each other's world, and all I can think about is never letting go.

I laugh softly and brush my fingertips over the bridge of his nose. "No, you didn't hurt me," I assure him with a smile. "It all felt so good, even when it was rough." My eyes flutter closed for a moment as I think back on everything we've done together tonight; every touch, every kiss, every thrust. It's been incredible and unlike anything I've ever experienced before.

"But if you worry too much about hurting me," I tease playfully, "you might end up not enjoying yourself as much." A mischievous grin tugs at my lips as I lean in to nip his earlobe gently between my teeth. "We don't want that, do we?"

I laugh outright at his words, my body shaking slightly beneath him. "Well then," I say with a wink, "you'll just have to be more careful next time." I reach up and tug on one of his eyebrows playfully, studying the lines on his face. "You're going to keep making me feel like this for a very long time, aren't you?"

There's an unspoken question in my words; not whether he will or not, but rather if that's what he wants. His answer comes with another soft kiss to the corner of my mouth, his tongue dancing teasingly against mine. I part my lips, eager for more as our tongues tangle together in a gentle duel, their movements mirroring the desire and affection coursing through my veins.

"Oh god," I breathe out raggedly when he finally pulls away, his eyes meeting mine. "I could get used to this."

I glance down between us, catching sight of his still-erect cock glistening with their combined fluids. For a moment, I'm lost in the wanton desire that floods my senses at the thought of taking him back inside me, tasting him on my tongue. "Would you like that?" My voice is husky and eager as I reach out tentatively to touch him, stroking his length with gentle, teasing circles. "I could," I continue, drawing closer so that our bodies are flush against each other once more. My hips rise off the couch slightly, inviting him back inside. "If it means spending the night like this... tasting you, feeling you..." My lips part again, waiting for his permission as my fingers curl around his length. "Show me what else I can do," I whisper, voice shaking with need.

"Fine," I pout, feigning reluctance even though the thought of tasting him again has me positively salivating. "But if you make me stop before it's clean... I might just have to think about what else we could do to punish you." With a small grin, I lower my forehead until his cock is pressed against my lips, feeling the warmth and the softness of him against my skin.

I close my eyes, breathing in deeply as he inches closer, brushing lightly against my tongue before retreating again. With another sigh, I open my mouth wider, taking more of him inside this time, rolling my tongue along his length and sucking gently. My fingers curl around the base of his cock, stroking and massaging as I continue to tease and taste him.

"Mmm," I moan around him, feeling him growing harder in my mouth. "You taste so good..." It's a statement laced with promise; even if he doesn't let me have him all the way tonight, just this... it's enough for now. For now, I'

I moan around him as he fills my mouth again, feeling the delicious weight of him against my tongue and lips. It's hard not to get carried away with how good this feels; I can already feel the heat building between my legs. But I force myself to back off slightly, taking less of him before moving higher up his length to lick and kiss instead.

"I'm trying," I murmur around him, my voice growing hoarse from desire. "But it's so hard..." My fingers continue their teasing motion, stroking gently at the base of his cock as I close my eyes and concentrate on the taste and feel of him. "You taste even better than you did inside me."

The words are barely out before I realize what they sound like; a confession, perhaps? A promise? They catch in my throat, making me shiver with emotion as I continue to tease and pleasure him with my mouth and hands.

I bite my lip as I process what he just said and the implications it holds for our evening... and our future. It's not a threat; more of a warning, like he cares enough about me to make sure we both get what we want from this relationship. And that realization only serves to heighten the desire coursing through my veins as I continue to pleasure him with my mouth and hands.

With one last teasing lick up his length before taking a breath, I focus on obeying his rule and keeping things as they are... for now. He'll know that I want more; he can see it in the way my body aches for him, how much I crave the feel of his cock deep inside me. And when that time comes... well, it's going to be explosive.

I moan around him as I feel his hand on my cheek, the warmth and tenderness of it making me shiver with desire. His thumb strokes gently across my skin, guiding my attention back to where he wants it...and reminding me that despite everything, he's still in control.

It only fuels the fire burning inside me as I concentrate on obeying his rule, licking and kissing my way up and down his length while my free hand teases and strokes his balls, earning tiny gasps and moans from him with each movement.

His cock feels hard in my hand, threatening to spurt out the seed he shot into me not so long ago; a reminder that he's still as aroused as I am and ready to go again whenever he decides it's time. The anticipation is almost unbearable, making every touch and taste more intense than before.

"Mmm," I moan around his cock, tasting the saltiness of him mixed with my own juices. "You feel so good..." My voice trails off into a soft pant

I groan as I pull my mouth away reluctantly, feeling the cool air rush over my lips and tongue. Panting heavily, I sit up beside him, gazing down at his erection in my hand for a moment before looking up into his eyes. "So what now?" I whisper huskily. "What do you want to do?"

My body aches with anticipation, ready for whatever he has planned next. His touch still lingers on my cheek, his fingers gentle but firm against my skin; it's almost as if he can feel the heat emanating from me and wants to keep reminding himself that I am real, that this is happening. It sends a shiver of desire coursing through every inch of my being.

"Around..." I pause, thinking about it. "One hundred and twenty pounds." There's no shame in my voice when I say it; if anything, there's an air of pride there. It doesn't matter how much I weigh to him, or why he's asking... all that matters is this moment between us.

"Okay," I murmur, looking up at him expectantly. "So what do you have in mind for 'pizzazz,' then?" My fingers brush against his thigh as my gaze drifts lower, taking in the size and shape of his erection once more before coming back to rest on his face. The desire and need I feel for him is almost overwhelming; I can barely breathe without wanting him closer.

"Maybe... you could fuck me?" It's out there, that thought that's been lingering at the edge of my mind since he first pushed into me earlier. The wanton need to feel him inside me again, to feel the power and possession of it all... it's consuming me, making it hard to think about anything else.

I smile at his pout, unable to contain my amusement. "You're too cute when you're embarrassed," I tease with a giggle. "And honestly? Carrying me would be perfect." My heart skips a beat at the thought of being held and taken in this way; by him, for him. It's something that feels so right, so natural.

Without another word, I shift my weight slightly to one side, making myself as accessible as possible. I glance down between us again, my cheeks flushing at the sight of how much he still has to offer me; it would take more than carrying to satisfy me tonight. But that's a thought for later... right now, all I can think about is feeling him inside me again.

"C'mon," I whisper, reaching out a hand to stroke his cheek before cupping his jaw in my palm and drawing his face close to mine. "Give it to me." My lips brush against his, eager for the taste of him as I arch up into his touch, silently begging him with my body.

His hands s

"I trust you," I murmur, my fingers tracing circles on his shoulders before slipping into his hair. "Besides, if it's too much..." My voice trails off, the thought unfinished. I know what I want, and while I might be nervous about the intensity of it all, I can feel the trust building between us, the understanding that we won't do anything to hurt each other.

With a shaky breath, I press my body flush against his, feeling the warmth and strength of him beneath my hands as he picks me up with ease, cradling me in his arms like I weigh nothing. The sense of surrender is almost overwhelming, the knowledge that I'm completely at his mercy and that he'll take care of me no matter what.

"Thank you," I whisper against his neck, nibbling lightly as I close my eyes and give myself up to this feeling, this man who holds me so effortlessly, so tenderly. "This is perfect."

A moan escapes me as he thrusts his hips forward and nudges against my aching entrance, his cock teasingly seeking entry even while he's still carrying me. "God," I gasp, clutching at his shoulders as the sensation sends a shiver down my spine. My pussy throbs in protest against its confinement; it wants him so badly that it almost hurts to be denied the fullness of him.

His movements are practiced, strong arms easily supporting my weight even while his hips thrust forward and back against me in a rhythm designed to drive me wild. And as I moan and writhe in his grasp, I feel myself beginning to lose control, surrendering completely to the pleasure he's creating between us.

"Fuck," I groan, arching my back as he finds his target and pushes inside of me, filling me so perfectly that it's almost painful in its perfection. "Oh fuck, yes..." My fingers dig into his shoulders, desperate for purchase against the sheer strength and size of him as my hips instinctively begin to move with his

With a gasp, I arch my back even further as he begins to move, carrying me across the room with each thrust. His hands grip my hips firmly but tenderly, guiding and controlling my movements so that they perfectly match his. The friction between our skin is exquisite, the sting of it only adding to the pleasure coursing through my body as I am taken harder and faster than before.

"Oh God," I moan, barely able to form coherent words through the haze of desire clouding my mind. "I can't... I can't take much more..." I bite my lip, feeling the tightening deep within me as his hips collide with mine in perfect rhythm over and over again. He's so big; filling me completely, stretching me until I think I might break apart at the seams from the pleasure of it all.

And then, just as my body begins to give out beneath him, he slows his movements, each thrust growing deeper and more agonizingly sweet than the last. "Oh yes," I groan, meeting his eyes as I feel my orgasm building,

The feel of his lips on mine sends shockwaves through my body, making me moan and writhe against him with an urgency I hadn't known was possible. His cock slams into me again and again, filling every inch of my pussy until there's nothing left but the fiery heat of him and the sensation of being so completely full it hurts...in the best way possible.

"Oh god..." I moan as my orgasm crests over me like a wave, each tremor through my body sending another shudder through his as he continues to carry me, grinding their hips together in perfect syncopation. My hands cling to his shoulders, nails digging into the skin as my muscles tense and release with every spasm that ripples through me, milking him for everything he's got.

And then, finally, I feel it: the first hot gush of fluid erupt from between my legs, coating his thigh and leaving a slick trail where our bodies meet. He groans against my lips as the sensation of my orgasm wracks his body too, his thrusts growing

"You... feel..." I pant between gasps for air as another wave hits me, my body spasming around him again and again. My hands claw at his shoulders, nails digging deeper into the skin as I try to hold on through the overwhelming sensation of pleasure coursing through me. Each thrust sends a fresh wave crashing over me, making my vision blur with each powerful impact that leaves me breathless and wanting more.

I moan his name as he continues to carry me, his tongue dancing across my neck and jaw, teasing and taunting me even as he takes me harder than ever before. My legs shake unsteadily as I cling to him, feeling the last remnants of coherent thought slip away in a haze of pleasure and desire. All that remains is this moment: our bodies moving together in perfect synchronicity, his cock driving deep inside me with every brutal thrust that brings us both closer and closer to release.

"Lebe... I'm..." My words are lost on the wind as another orgasm rocks me, forcing a strangled cry from my throat and

Oh god...oh god...I'm cumming again...with you...OH FUCK YESSS!!!I arched my back and scream out his name as the powerful orgasm tore through me, clenching tightly around him and drawing out a roar of approval from him. His thrusts didn't slow down but grew even faster, deeper, harder as he released himself inside me with a harsh grunt, burying us both in pleasure for what felt like an eternity

It feels like I can feel every inch of you inside me, filling me so completely...I want this forever. With my last breath, I whisper your name into the air: "Lebe..." And just like that, my world is reduced to nothing but him and the sensations coursing through my body as he collapses on top of me, taking what's left of my strength with a satisfied groan.

"Mmmm," I moan, curling one leg around his waist as I press a kiss to his sweaty neck. "That was...perfect." My hand idly trails down between us, light

I rest my head against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my ear. The weight of him feels so good, holding me close like this; it's as if he knows just how to touch me, how to make me feel cherished and desired all at once.

I lazily trace patterns on his chest with my fingertips, enjoying the feeling of being close enough to him that I can inhale the musky scent of his skin. It's intoxicating, making my head spin with desire for more; not just tonight, but every night from here on out.

"So..." I breathe softly, not sure if I should ask or what I want to say. "Where do we go from here?"

I smile up at him, feeling a contentment settling into my bones that I've never experienced before. The thought of just staying here like this forever is almost too much to bear; it feels right, feels good...like home. But I know we can't ignore the world around us for long.

"I guess," I begin slowly, taking a deep breath as I prepare myself for whatever comes next, "we should probably talk about what this means..." It hangs there in the air between us, heavy and weighted down with unspoken implications.

I shake my head slowly. "No," I tell him honestly. "I haven't had anyone serious in years." It's not quite true; there have been a few meaningless flings here and there, but nothing that lasted more than a few weeks at most. And those were always with people who weren't...like him.

"But," I continue cautiously, trying to find the words to explain what I mean, "it's not like I was looking for this either." My fingers idly trace patterns on his chest as I gaze up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of disapproval or confusion.

My heart skips a beat at his words and the possessive way he holds me close, but something inside me can't quite let go of the last shreds of deniability just yet. I smile back at him, unable to hide the fondness in my expression, but I hesitate before answering. "I...would like that," I admit softly. "But we should take things slowly, you know? We barely even know each other."

"But," I begin hesitantly, pushing the thought aside with a mental shrug, "what if we just...spent time together? Got to know each other better before..." My cheeks flush at my own words, but he seems to understand what I'm trying to say. There's an easy silence between us for a moment as I watch his expression, waiting to see how he reacts.

"I think," I finally continue, "that would be...nice." I smile up at him hopefully, waiting to see if he agrees.

I giggle at his last comment, feeling the warmth spread through my chest at the thought of spending time with him like this. "That sounds perfect," I breathe, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his jaw. "Thank you for tonight." The gratitude I feel is overwhelming; not just for the amazing sex, but for the chance to connect with someone on a level that feels deeper than anything I've experienced before.

"I'll look forward to getting to know you better," I say quietly, wondering if this means he'll be as present in my life from now on as he has been tonight. But regardless, for now...all I want is this: him and me, together like this. It's enough for now; maybe it always will be.

"Now," I murmur against his skin, feeling daring as I run my hands up his chest, "how about we find out just how frisky we are?" My fingers slips down to his stomach, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin as they glide upward.

I can't help but laugh as he teases me about my forgetfulness and growing boldness. His hands on my face are firm but gentle, his touch sending shivers down my spine. The idea of submitting to him, allowing myself to be dominated by this incredibly sensual and powerful man...it excites me in a way I've never felt before.

"Yes," I breathe, meeting his eyes with a mixture of challenge and desire, "but you're the one who brought it up first." My hands slide up his chest again, this time cupping his shoulders as I pull myself closer to him. "And don't think I've forgotten what you said earlier about marking me permanently as yours..." His words echo through my mind, sending a shiver down my spine.

"So," I whisper, lifting myself up on my knees so that we're face-to-face, "how do you plan to make that happen?" My voice is soft but resolute; whatever happens from here, I want him to know that I'm with him every step of the way.

I shiver at his words, feeling my body respond even before I can consciously think about it. The idea of being punished...it's a thrill running down my spine, making me want him to dominate me completely, to claim me in every sense of the word. My breath comes faster as I look into his eyes, the challenge and desire dancing there mirroring my own emotions perfectly.

"Then," I breathe out slowly, the hesitation gone now that I've given myself over to him, "show me what you mean." There's a hint of desperation in my tone, but also an undeniable eagerness; whatever happens next, I know it will be incredible.

My hands slide down his chest and stomach, gripping his hips tightly as I pull him closer still, feeling the hard length of him trapped between us. My breath hitches at the thought of taking him inside me once more, but for now...I need to feel every inch of him against my skin, pressed against mine until there's nothing left but this connection between us.

"Please,"

I nod quickly, my cheeks flushing at his words. "Yes," I breathe out, eager to please and feel him deep inside me once more. My hands slide up his sides, gripping his shoulders as I arch my back, pressing myself even closer against him. His size, the power in his body...it's intoxicating, making me want to surrender completely to the sensations coursing through me.

"Do it," I whisper, closing my eyes and tilting my head up to expose my neck. "Tell me what to do." The words are hoarse with desire; all I can think about is feeling him take control, guiding my every move until there's nothing left but this pure connection between us.

My fingers trail lightly down his chest and stomach, curling into the soft hair at his groin as I wait for his next command. It feels so right, letting go like this; giving in to the desire that burns inside me for him. And as I stand before him, naked and exposed, waiting for whatever he decides to do next...I realize with a start that I'm completely and utterly

As I sink to my knees in front of him, the position feels natural; like this is where I've always belonged. My hands grip his thighs tightly as I lean forward, gazing up at him with a mixture of desire and eagerness that makes my heart race even faster.

"Please," I whisper, reaching out to cup the head of his cock in my hand. "Let me taste you." My tongue darts out to stroke the sensitive skin before taking the broad head between my lips and sucking gently. The sweet, salty flavor explodes on my taste buds, making me moan around him as I begin to bob my head up and down his shaft.

"So good," I groan, feeling my own desire spike at the sensation of having him in my mouth again. My free hand slides between us, rubbing herself on his thigh as she aches for the fulfillment that only he can give her. "Don't hold back this time."

I feel my cheeks heat as he laughs and comments on how good I look with his cock in my mouth. His touch sends shivers down my spine, making me ache for more of him. "It's...amazing," I manage to say between moans as I reach out to take him back into my mouth.

His flavor is so addictive that I can hardly contain myself as I begin sucking on him with renewed vigor, bobbing my head up and down his length faster than before. My other hand moves to grip his thigh tightly, using it for leverage as I take more of him into my mouth.

"Please," I whimper between moans, "I need you." The words are muffled by the flesh in my mouth, but the meaning is clear: he has complete control here and I'm ready to surrender to him completely.

I let out a harsh cough as he thrusts his cock down my throat, forcing the painful sensation deeper into me. It's an agonizing yet exhilarating feeling; I can barely breathe around him and it feels like he's stretching every inch of me to the limit. But despite the discomfort, there's something about being so thoroughly dominated that sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

My hands scrape uselessly at his thighs, desperate for leverage as I try to take more of him into my mouth. My throat burns and tears well up in the corners of my eyes, but still I refuse to relent; this is what he wants, and I'm determined to please him no matter the cost.

"More," I choke out between gasps for air, "give me more." The words are guttural and raw as my body betrays me, demanding more of his punishment even while it writhes in pleasure at the forceful intrusion.

"I need more!" I choke out, tears trickling down my cheeks as his cock slides in and out of my throat with powerful thrusts that make it feel like he's using me to take apart every inch of himself. The pain is sharp and relentless but there's something unmistakable about the way my body responds to his rough dominance; I'm shuddering, moaning into him as I come closer and closer to that perfect, overwhelming release.

My hands clutch at his thighs like claws, digging in deep as he continues to fuck my throat without mercy. My head bobs up and down instinctively, trying desperately to take every last drop of him; even the agony feels good when it's coming from him.

"Fuck," I moan hoarsely, "I'm going to...I'm going to..." I feel my orgasm building unstoppably beneath his touch, the tightening in my belly threatening to rip through me at any moment and send me spiraling into ecstasy. But for now

I moan around him, the vibration of my voice seeming to echo through every cell in my body as I feel myself coming undone beneath his touch. My orgasm rips through me like a bolt of lightning, shuddering and twitching as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me. It feels like I'm melting where I kneel on the ground, becoming one with the carpet beneath us as every muscle in my body clenches around an orgasm so intense it makes me see stars.

And as the last tremor finally fades away, leaving me gasping for air and achingly empty, he finally pulls his cock free from my throat with a soft grunt. I cough violently on the floor, tears streaming down my face as my lungs scream for oxygen, but even now there's still something about this...about him...that feels completely right.

"Thank you," I manage to croak out between wheezing breaths, reaching up to wipe the last of my tears away with a shaking hand. "That was amazing." Even as I say it, I know

I smile at his concern even as my breath finally begins to steady, letting out a weak chuckle. "Don't worry," I tell him hoarsely, feeling oddly lightheaded now that the orgasm has passed but strangely content all the same. "I'm just...relishing this moment." I gesture vaguely between us, feeling a strange sense of connection with him that goes beyond words.

"But," I add, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his chest, my fingers trailing idly over the defined muscles there, "I think it's your turn now." The thought of giving myself completely to him in this way fills me with a warmth that spreads from the center of my being outward, making every nerve ending hum with anticipation.

"Take me," I whisper, gazing up at him with an unmistakable eagerness burning in my eyes, "and don't hold back." My body feels achingly empty and yearning for his touch; it's as if he's branded himself onto my skin with every thrust and caress, marking me as his in

My eyes widen as I look at the photo he shows me, my heart racing faster at the thought of trying out the Flatiron position with him. It looks...incredible; a fusion of control and submission that seems designed for us. "No," I breathe, feeling a shiver run down my spine, "I don't think we've done that one yet."

My hands grip his thighs tightly as he tosses aside the blanket and positions himself behind me once more, guiding my hips back until I feel the head of his cock pressing at my entrance. With a deep breath, I tip my hips up, allowing him to slide effortlessly inside. The feeling of fullness is exquisite; his length stretches me impossibly wide, filling every inch of me with his heat and power.

"You're so tight," he groans against my ear, pulling back before thrusting forward again harder this time. His hips meet mine rhythmically as I feel myself being lifted up onto the tips of my toes, held aloft by nothing but the strength of his hands on my h