Page 46 of Dominance

Sit back. Relax.

Enjoy the show.

For once, the objective, logical part of me that dominates most situations has a fucking point. So I do.

The flat of her tongue cups the underside of my shaft as she dips, taking more of me than I would think possible into her mouth and dragging back out, making me flex and gasp. A little huff of laughter slips from her lips, a proud little sound at making me twitch.

Then, as if to outdo her already impressive feat, and the incredible sensations rushing up my legs and spine, she grips my hips with both of her hands and takes me fully, swallowing me to the hilt.

As her lips press against the base of my abdomen, I can’t help but groan, low and desperate. “Gloria, that’s fucking incredible…”

“Mm-hmm,” she hums, agreeing with me like she’s fully aware of how she’s blowing my mind.

The insides of her cheeks feel satin slick as she sucks me in while pulling the length of me out through her tight, rose-red lips. The pressure is enough to make me slam my palms back against the wall, my hips bucking as she grips the base of my column, raising up my shaft to lick all the way up to the tip where I’m throbbing, dripping with anticipation.

Her eyes close as she savors me on her tongue for a second, stroking down the length. Firm, consistent. She knows exactly what pace to maintain to keep me from going over, from finishing. But it’s just enough that waves of euphoria wash over me every time she pulls back down.

She speeds up, still watching me get more and more bothered, worked up, before she takes me in her lips again, my cries instantly doubling, every breath a moan.

“Oh, Gloria, you’re going to…” I can’t finish the thought. It’s like a gravity ride in my skull, spinning faster and faster.

The rush of blood in my ears and the whirling roar of pleasure overpowers everything else.

Deeper, harder.

She takes me as deep as she can again and again, pairing her fist around the base of my shaft to pump me over and over again, never letting up, only growing faster, the slick of her mouth and my lust leaving me a slippery mess.

“Oh, fuck—” the words growl out uncontrolled as I feel my climax rear its head, rising fast and turbulent. “Gloria!”

All she can do, all she has to do, is moan for me, like she’s beckoning me to let go.

And I do.

Tightening my ass, my thighs, my entire body clenching, my fingers spear into her copper-spun hair, the silken strands curling around my skin, every sensation heightened as ecstasy roars through my brain, through the column of my spine and out into her, giving her all I have.

And her taking everything greedily, never once pausing.

My hands cup her head, holding on gently, but still for dear life as she grips my ass cheeks in her fingers tightly, gulping me down, never missing a beat.

It’s fucking impossibly hot, unbelievably sexy.

And it feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before.

Gloria starts to slow only as I spasm, my whole body tipping forward in the aftershocks of my orgasm. Still, she holds tight, making me laugh nervously with overwhelming sensitivity, my abs tightening with each slow, meaningful thrust.

When she pulls back, sucking in a breath of cool air around the tip of my cock, still resting on her tongue, I almost lose it again.

But I have nothing left.

All the same, I’m still rock-hard.

I can’t take my eyes off her as she stands up, thumbing the corner of her mouth with a little wag of her eyebrows. Then she spins, leaving me reaching for her and saunters out of the room, her perfect ass swaying like a pendulum.

“Your water’s going to get cold…”

“That’s probably for the best,” I whisper, more to myself and my still rigid manhood.

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