The Mogul And The Muscle

I thrust my erection against her, earning me a satisfying moan. “You can take it off.”

Reaching behind me, I yanked on the back of my t-shirt to help her strip it off. She pulled it over my head and tossed it aside, then ran her hands through the dusting of hair on my chest.

The hem of the t-shirt was playing peek-a-boo with the bottoms of her tits. I splayed my hand across her rib cage and slid my hand beneath the fabric. Ran my thumb across her hard peak. She shuddered and bucked her hips against me.

“Slow down, eager girl.” I traced her nipple.

Her eyes locked with mine and her hips relaxed. I lifted her shirt and tasted her pink nipple, circling it with my tongue. Her body moved in a gentle writhe beneath me, her eyes falling closed. Her tits were soft, but firm, and I lavished them with attention. With every kiss and suck, I felt her relax even as her breath quickened.

But my dick was starting to demand attention. I helped her out of my t-shirt and rolled to the side so we could get rid of these annoying layers of clothing. I kicked off my sweats while she pulled off the boxer briefs I’d given her. They certainly hadn’t lasted long.

But I wanted this more than I had let myself admit. Seeing her sprawled out on my bed was like a fucking dream come true.

“Condom?” I asked, although I was already reaching for the box I kept in the nightstand.

Shit, I hoped I still had some. It had been a while.

“Yeah, and I have an IUD, so we’re covered.”

Thankfully, I was prepared. She bit her lip, watching me openly while I rolled the condom down over my hard length.

“On your knees.”

Her eyes fluttered, like the mere sound of my command did it for her. If she liked being told what to do, there was plenty more where that came from.

She rolled over, flipping her hair to the side, and got on her knees. I positioned myself behind her and ran my hands over the smooth skin of her insanely hot ass. She looked back at me over her shoulder, biting her lip again.

“Tell me what you want,” I said.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah?” I caressed her ass with one hand and held my dick with the other, rubbing the tip against her slick folds.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Please, Jude.”

Seeing her like this, on her knees and just this side of submissive, made me feel both powerful and protective. It was an exhilarating rush.

“Baby, I’ll give you everything you need,” I said, my voice low.

I kept rubbing my cock against her, focusing on her clit. She arched backward, moaning, letting her head drop to the mattress. I desperately wanted to be inside her, but couldn’t help taking my time. Drawing out the agony. She was firmly in my control and I loved it.

Finally, I lined up the head of my cock with her opening, grabbed her hips, and thrust inside.

I’d started slow, savoring my first tastes of her body. Now I hit the gas, driving into her hard and deep. My glutes flexed as I thrust my hips, the ecstasy of her pussy surrounding me.

Her enthusiastic stream of breathy yeses spurred me on. I knew exactly what she needed. I could feel it without her having to say a word. She needed to get fucked. To feel me deep inside her. To release her inhibitions and let someone else be in charge for a while.

I was more than happy to give that to her.

This view was incredible—her ass lifted, her red hair falling across her back. I watched my cock slide in and out of her, glistening and wet, and grunted with every thrust.

Her uninhibited cries made my head swim with lust. She gripped the sheets, her head turned to the side, eyes closed.

So fucking beautiful.

“Turn over,” I said and slid out.

She obeyed immediately, rolling onto her back. I climbed on top of her and she hooked her legs around the backs of my thighs while I slid back inside her hot pussy.

“Fuck, you feel good.” I kissed her mouth, licking across her tongue. “Tell me what you need.”

“More.”

I thrust into her.

“Harder.”

I thrust again.

“Harder,” she breathed. “Fuck me like you can’t break me.”

Unleashing a frenzy of heat and passion, I drove into her, over and over. My muscles flexed, my hips thrust, and a sheen of sweat covered my chest. She bucked her hips against me, her fingernails digging into my back.