Dirty Obsessions - The Lion and The Mouse

I rose from the bed, grabbed her small body, and flipped her over.

She gasped.

“Spread your legs wider.”

She did. “After this, we talk about—”

I smacked her ass and loved the way it jiggled in front of me. “After this, we talk about nothing. You’re going to take this cock, tell me I’m the boss, and then go to sleep.”

With her round ass in the air, she glanced back at me. “Oh really? You’re putting me to sleep now?”

I guided my cock to her warm, wet center. “If you’re not snoring by the time I cum, then I haven’t done my job.”

She had no words as I circled her pussy’s opening with the mushroomed tip of my cock.

“Who’s the boss, Ava?” I thrust an inch into her. “Hmmm?”

She grabbed the sheet next to her.

“Aww.” I pushed in another inch. “You like it when I punish you? Answer me.”

Her voice was a soft whisper. “A little.”

“Hmmm.” I smacked her ass. It and her pussy jiggled around my cock. And then I shoved my whole length into her.

“Ah!” She dug her fingers into the sheets.

Her pussy squeezed my cock tight. Just when I thought I would be dominating her, for a second I believed she might put me to bed. But then I gained control, pumping into her like a wild beast in desperate need to breed. I adored the tiny twitches of her body, the twisting muscles in her arms as she held onto the bed. I could have watched her take my cock forever, and never thought that I’d wasted one second of my life.

Pulling my cock out, I leaned down and let the length slip against her luscious slick opening. When I lowered and spoke in her ear, my breathing was ragged, “Are you getting sleepy?”

She shivered under me. “Misha, stop playing.”

“Aww. I see. You think this is a game?” I rose and thrust back into her.

“Oh!” She gasped. Her pussy caressed my length, inciting me to stab her with rough plunging strokes.

Fuck. Why does she always feel so good?

“Misha!” Ava’s voice brought me back to disciplining my ballerina. “Oh, Misha.”

I paused and kept myself deep inside of her. “Is that who’s the boss?”

“Damn it! Stop playing, Misha.”

“Who is it?”

Groaning, she rocked back on my cock. I held her hips and wouldn’t let her move her pussy down another inch.

“Who’s the boss, Ava?”

“You are.”

My body throbbed with the answer. I tenderly grabbed the back of her head and fisting her hair. And then I slammed hard into that pussy, letting her know exactly how I felt about that answer.

I gritted my teeth. “You’re lucky you feel so damn good or I would make you beg for it.”

“Oh!”

I pulled out.

She whimpered, “Misha, I said you’re the boss. Stop playing with me.”

I flipped Ava onto her back and slammed back into her, sinking deep inside of her. Those eyes watched me in shock as I pounded into her pussy. And I kept that gaze, loving the stunned look in her eyes and the pleasure slowly sinking it away.

“Oh my god,” she muttered as she continued to watch me.

My cock throbbed inside of her. I slowed down my rhythm. Her pussy was so good that I was getting close to spilling cum all inside of her.

“Who’s the boss?”

“Misha.”

“Damn, I love it when you say my name.” Slowly pumping into her, I kissed my way down her neck and wrenched the suit jacket away. Her small breasts bounced free. I lowered and captured the stiff nipple, sucking and licking.

“Ah!” That pussy soaked my length.

I rocked inside of her. “You’re close? Aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Hmmm. But you don’t look sleepy.”

“Oh. . .don’t worry about—”

I pulled out all the way and then surged back into her pussy. “No. I want to put you to sleep.”

“Oh, Misha.” She raised her hips and moved with my rhythm. Seconds later, she dug her nails into my back and ground into me like a madwoman.

“Yes. Cum all over this cock, Ava.”

“Oh!”

I fucked her some more. “Yes.”

We climaxed together, groaning in unison. She screamed. Waves of pleasure rippled through my body. Hot semen spurted from my cock.

After we both finished, I yearned to fall on top of her and pass out. But a promise was a promise.

I yanked my softening cock out and studied it. Her arousal coated every inch. I looked back at Ava. Her chest rose and fell.

“Are you sleepy yet?”

She caught her breath. “I’m—”

“Nope. You wouldn’t be talking if you were tired.” I dove for her opened legs and lowered my mouth between her thighs.

“Misha?!”

“Shhh.” I kissed the wet puffy lips of her pussy. She trembled against me. I grinned, knowing I had Ava right where I needed her. I ran my tongue between those lips and twirled it around her clit.

“Oh my God.” Her thighs shivered. She dug her fingers into my hair. “No. . .it’s too sensitive.”