Dominate Me

Robyn couldn't wait any longer. Michael lay spread-eagle, wrists bound tight to the headboard, cock standing rigid in the half-light. She straddled his hips and sank down hard, grinding until her cunt swallowed every inch. His breath hitched but she ignored it, slamming down again and again, driving the rhythm exactly where she wanted it. When her thighs burned, she rolled off, dragged him free, and shoved him between her legs. Now it was his turn to feast, tongue working mercilessly while she gripped his hair and rode his face. Minutes later she had him on his knees again—this time she freed his hands. They flipped again; he took her wrists, pinned them above her head, and fucked her like he hated her, cock slamming in and out until her legs shook. Neither knew which of them finished first. When it hit, cum spilled everywhere—hers soaking the sheets, his striped across her stomach—both of them pulsing, swearing, shaking in the dark.