Page 13 of Don't Leave Me

I could feel his knees on either side of me – he was on top of me.

“Please fuck me sir,” I pleaded loudly.

I could feel the tip of him about to enter inside of me, but not quite.

“You want me to fuck you hard?”

“Yes, please fuck me hard, sir,” I begged again, lifting my hips as much as I could.

“Good girl,” I heard him say before he finally entered inside of me, hard and rough and quickly, the sensation making me come instantly.

“Oh my god,” I moaned out, the relief so intense and amazing and I felt myself quickly about to come again as Michael continued.

I heard him grunt and moan loudly as he quickly trusted in and out of me, and soon enough, we were coming together, the intense release consuming me, until he finally stopped moving.

“God damn, Hana,” he said into my ear, then removed my blind fold, his lustful eyes staring down at me, his body still pressed against mine.

I smiled, completely satisfied.

“Thank you, sir,” I bit my lip.

His eyes lit up like I had just said the magic word.

“I need water. Let me untie you,” he said after a moment, hopping off of me and starting to untie my hands and feet.

He hopped off the bed, pulled up his boxer briefs from the floor and quickly disappeared into the kitchen.

I took his quick exit as an opportunity to gather my clothes and dress myself, not having enough self-confidence to just lounge around naked with the impeccable and perfect-bodied Michael.Oh my god, that was literally the best sex I ever had.I thought to myself as I pulled up my underwear and grabbed my bra.I mean, I didn’t do much…but it felt so damn good. Who knew I could like this kinky sex so much? Who knew that I liked to be so teased and bossed around?

“Why are you getting dressed?” Michael asked, startling me.

He stood in the doorway and held two water bottles in his hand, staring at me with his intense grey eyes, his body making my insides feel like Jell-O.

I paused where I stood with my bra in my hand. “Should I stay naked?”

“Yes. Always,” he smiled, walking towards me.

“Okay,” I smiled back, throwing my bra on the floor and sitting back down on the bed.

He put the water bottles on his nightstand and crawled onto the bed with me, pinning me down with each of my arms beside my head, and I started giggling like a little girl.

“You are…amazing,” he said, a smile lingering on his face.

Oh, dear. I could die right now. I could die right now and I wouldn’t even mind it. What a perfect ending – Michael on top of me, post-amazingly great kinky sex, telling me I’m amazing. I’m done with life, I don’t need anything else, thanks!

“Youare,” I responded playfully.

He smiled, endlessly amused by me. He let go of my arms and rolled onto his back, still watching me with his head turned towards me.

“Have you ever been a submissive before?” he asked casually.

A submissive…I guess I never thought of it like that.

“No,” I shook my head. “I mean…not really. I’ve always liked it a little rough, but I haven’t really done anything like this before,” I continued.

His eyes widened. “I’m surprised. You’re very good at it,” he said, lifting himself up on his side with his elbow.

“I’m glad I could please you,” I said playfully, batting my eyelashes.

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