Page 77 of Taming You

I roll off him and work to catch my breath. Matt crawls up my body, grinning, and kisses me, neither of us turned off by tasting ourselves. In fact, I think it spurs him on more as his tongues sweeps through my mouth.

He breaks the kiss and hovers over me. “You on birth control?”

I shake my head. “No, it fucks with me too much.”

He nods and pushes up and runs to the stairs so quickly I’m surprised he doesn’t trip. He comes back with a strip of condoms, already tearing one open and rolling it down his already hard cock. He lies back down and motions to me.

“Come ride my cock, baby.”

I scramble towards him, straddling him as I lean down and kiss him. I reach between us and position him at my entrance before I slowly sink down. The stretch isn’t as bad as it was this morning, but he’s still bigger than I’m used to. When I’ve taken all of him, his hands find my hips as I roll mine.

“God damn, you look fucking perfect,” he moans.

I fall forward, my hands landing on his chest as my hair creates a curtain around us. He bends his legs and thrusts up into me.

“Fuck!” I moan.

I’m wound tight, but I’m just not getting over the edge. I lean back, holding myself up on his legs.

“Play with my clit, and suck on my tits, Matt.”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Yes, ma’am.”

Holy shit,that goes straight to my pussy. I enjoy giving instructions and being in charge, but I’ve never had someone say that to me before, and it does things to me.

“Fuck, you like that, baby. Your pussy just squeezed the hell of out me.” He pulls my nipple between his teeth and increases the pressure on my clit. “Should I call you ma’am more?”

I squeeze him again.

“Will you make a mess of me if I do? Should I beg to come?”

Everything he’s saying is getting me closer and closer.

“Do you like the way I suck your pretty tits, ma’am?”

Dammit, this shouldn’t do it for me.

“Am I filling your pussy just the way you want me to, ma’am?”

I pull his hair, and it only spurs him on.

“Ma’am, I want to fill you with my cum.”

I shatter, coming so hard I can’t hold myself up any longer. Matt wraps his arms around me as he continues to fuck up into me. When the orgasm subsides, he asks, “Can I come, ma’am? Can I please come?”

I nod as another orgasm tears through me, and my vision darkens as little floaties fill it. I feel myself dripping between my thighs and onto him.

“Fuck yes, make a mess of me. You’re so pretty when you come.” He applies more pressure to my clit, extending my orgasm.

I’m out of breath and my mouth is so dry by the time I finally come down.

“Holy shit, you squirted,” Matt exclaims.

“Huh?” My mind has barely returned to me, but after a second, it hits me what he said. “I’ve never done that before.”

He kisses me hungrily. “I’m so fucking glad I’m the one that made you do that. I’m the only one that will make you do that.” There’s a prideful possessiveness to his voice that turns me on. Not one like he owns me, but like he’s proud that I’ve chosen him. That I’ve given him this.

I delicately remove myself from his lap and offer him my hand. “We should shower and grab a towel to clean up this mess,” I say.

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