He relaxed back into the mattress, aware of the hurricane inside her, ascending in the scent of her panties.
"Boss…" She whispered as she grasped his cock, it was already pulsating, reacting to her touch. "You want me to own you?" She slipped the cock inside her, astounding him to know that she was wet.
"Y-yes…" He muffled, his eyes shuddering from her vagina to her eyes, like his stomach. "P-please."
"Have you always had such fantasies about me?" She began riding her palms in between his strong arms and his torso.
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"Fantasy?" He cracked a moan, his head leaning back from feeling her tightness graze against his cock. "I've loved you, Mistress. From the moment I saw you, I knew what you were capable of."
As much as she was astounded by him calling her mistress, his claim to pinpoint her capability was more intriguing.
"What am I capable of?" Her eyes traced the tightness near his collarbone, the sturdiness on his sculpted chest and his veins popping on his arms as he clutched onto the sheets.
"Owning me. Putting me in my place." He meant every word he moaned, his head sinking like a glacier in the sea, into the pillow, his hair becoming a sticky, silky mess.
Her knuckles gingerly clutched around his throat and brought him close to her face, his length dipping deeper into her.
His eyes were brought back to the light of her face. "Who do you think you are?" She questioned his stage with so much power in her eyes.
That's exactly what he was talking about.
END OF THE WIP
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