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“Now if I can easily do that, then it's too short of anything I want you wearing. I like the way you look in it, and can see you wearing it just around the house. But I only want you wearing things like that for me. I don't want to have to get into any fights over you.”

“I think you're just overreacting,” I said with a roll of my eyes and he then pulled me on his lap.

“Ey! Don’t roll your eyes at me, woman.” His hand cradled my neck and he drew me in closer to press his lips to mine.

“I feel like I have nothing to wear.”

“And I promised you, darling, that I would take you shopping.”

“But I want to wear this one.”

“Why you wanna wear this one for?” I pulled my strap down, knowing he would do the predictable thing by looking. It didn't take much to turn his head but I was learning when I didn't get my way, that sometimes the easiest way was to get him to change his mind was to offer a distraction.

“Guess I'll just take it off then.” He pulled at the other strap, taking a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue in tantalizing light circles.

“Here, let me help you.”

“Mmm.” I moaned, my hand resting on the length of his neck as the other reached for the length underneath his boxers. His length was always quick to grow, and as much as he liked pleasing me, a rush of excitement ran up my spine at the chance of pleasing him. I was by far no expert taking him into my mouth, but I was getting better at it. At least that's what I assumed when I watched a smile spread across his face when I slinked down to the floor.

“Mmm. You gonna suck it, baby?” He asked, my teasing kisses to his boxers giving birth to light groans. “Mmm, woman you sure know how to torment me.” His length twitched beneath his boxers, all too eager to find himself out of them.

Even when he wasn't hard, his privates stretched long as my forearm but when at its full hardness, it was thick and veiny and so stiff that sometimes it looked like it hurt. I liked it but I wasn't sure what I liked about it, as I never thought of it it's pretty. But his was, and it was capable of making me feel so many things. Exciting things, unexpected things. Just a whole lot of damn things. So, I was enamored by it, the same way he was in love with mine.

“Mmm,” he moaned when I took him into my mouth, his hand grazing the back of my head. His fingers fisted my curls as with his help, he guided me in and out of his mouth. He was so powerful, so aggressive, so commanding, but when I did this, he transformed him into a well-behaved schoolboy. I craved that vulnerability from him, that and he was always more agreeable after I pleased him like this.

“Oh, fuck, baby. You're so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth. Do you know that?” I lifted my gaze to him, his expression a blend of torture and pleasure. “When you stare at me, I swear I just might come,” he said through squeezed lips.

“Mmmhmm.” I replied, a smile forming on his lips as he threw his head back, and later met my gaze.

“Oh, fuck, Queenie. I can't take it anymore. I don't want to come that way, I’d rather come in your pussy.” He pulled me into his lap, as he eased the slip and dress I wore off my body, and tossed it to the floor. “I want you to ride my cock, baby,” he demanded, anxiety coursing through me, along with a pang of disappointment. I wasn't as skilled or driven as him when he was on top because truthfully, I preferred it when he made love to me.

It was hard to describe in words, but when he took control, I felt so obedient, so free, and so damn satisfied. Cillian knew how to touch me. He knew where to kiss me, and he knew how to apply the right amount of pressure to drive me totally insane. Regretfully it meant I was hardly motivated to get on top in fear of being boring.

“Cillian, I like it when you do it,” I whined. “I'm always afraid I'm going too slow for you.” His lips tasted my neck, sending butterflies to my stomach and an ache to my pussy.

“Mmm… what you worried about me for? I love to watch you do it the way you like to. Plus, you’ve ridden me before.” He tilted my chin to reach in for a kiss on the lips.

“Besides, I want to see your body. Play with your tits. Grab your big beautiful bum. I can't do any of that when I'm on top of you. Will you please try? For me?”

“Okay,” I moaned into his mouth as he reached his hand between my legs.

“Mmm… then put it in,” he requested, as I lifted up and lowered myself onto his hardness, feeling deliciously filled as his length reached the furthest part of me. I whimpered, the first thrust being the most overwhelming but in contrast, the most rewarding. After that, I didn't care much about how I looked or whatever I was worried about earlier. In this state, I just wanted to be his and my own version of his dirty little whore.

“Take your time, baby,” he said, cradling my breasts in his hand, gently tracing my hard nipples with his fingertips. I rode him deep and slow, not wanting to disrupt how good it felt for his pale hands to caress intimate parts of me, a gasp escaping as he took another one of my nipples in his ravenous mouth.

The sound of his kissing, the traces of his touches, and the greediness of his groping had unlocked a new level of arousal in me, making me forget all my previous inhibitions. Increasing my speed, his hands fell to my waist, as he took my other nipple in his mouth with a gentle nibble, before meeting his gaze back to mine.

“You're doing so good, baby. You look so fucking damn pretty fucking my cock,” he said as I changed the rhythm by rocking back and forth. When he was on top, I loved it when he pressed against me, our pelvises in line to ensure I got that dual stimulation. I wanted to recreate that. His lust filled eyes were so mesmerizing. “That's it, sweetheart. Do it just the way you like it. Take it all.”

“Ohh,” I moaned, riding the wave of the rhythm. “Am I going too slow for you??

“Baby, I'll never get tired of you enjoying yourself. Watching you ride me makes me so fucking hard. When you look like that, all lost in pleasure. I can't help it, I just want to wreck you.” Grabbing hold of my ass, with the strength of his hips, he guided me up and down his length with wicked possessiveness. Sharp gasps and moans passed through my lips, transforming into pants and whimpers as he drove into me fast and hard. I shut my eyes, losing myself in his strength and control.

“Mmm…Queenie, look at me. Look at what you do to me. You're gonna come on this cock like a fucking slut.” I opened my mouth expecting words to come, but they couldn't compete with my cries of pleasure.

“Use your words, baby. I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say you’re a fucking slut for me, and that you're going to come on this big, fucking cock.

“Oh fuck,” I cried, his dirty mouth turning me into a complete puddly mess.

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