Page 45 of Dominance

The other guy, the one that keeps taking the wheel when she’s around, makes the call, and I find myself backing off, all the way to the bed. Her eyes never leave me the entire time, a challenging and altogether bewildered look on her face.

Whoever is driving my brain in that moment doubles down, smirking and licking my lips.

The effect is … priceless.

Gloria’s eyes narrow subtly, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip.

My hands are already in motion, rolling my shirt up over my abs, crossing and dragging my shirt off in one motion, letting her see every inch of my flexed core.

And the tip of my fully erect, rigid cock peeking out over the band of my pants.

Gloria sucks in a little gasp.

Right before I chuckle. Chuckle!

Like a fucking suave-assed Don Juan wannabe macho fuck!

Flicking the button on my black pants, I let the zipper sag open on its own, showing off the shape of me through my soft, snug, boxer briefs. Right before I turn and head toward the bathroom.

“Hm…I need a shower. Long night,” I mutter, uttering the words in a deep, velvet purr.

That somehow actually works.

I can practically hear Gloria’s mouth snap shut, her teeth grinding.

And something in me is screaming to turn back around, to not pass up my chance…

But I’m not really in charge, apparently.

Kicking off my boots, I let my pants slide down as I turn on the water, stepping out of my pants, slipping my thumbs into the band of my underwear. Never. Ever. Once. Turning around.

Waiting for some reaction, any reaction from her, has my heart pounding.

I’m a second from giving in, turning to look when I feel her press up against me from behind, circling her arms around to feel the muscles of my chest, the other hand drifting down…

Gloria turns me with a quick yank of her arm and I give in, spinning to face her.

Our lips collide, tongues intertwining, drinking one another in.

Cupping her face, I let go, savoring every nibble of her bottom lip, her sucking at mine as she pulls away, only for a second, then her tongue dances into my mouth, sending my brain spiraling into starbursts and an explosion of tingles down my body.

My arms drop, reaching to pull her into me, ready to feel the pressure of our bodies together, skin to skin…

And she slams her palm into my chest, not too hard, but firmly. Stopping me dead and falling out of reach of my waiting lips.

My eyes snap open.

She’s staring right at me, looking up at me almost menacingly, the tiniest smile pulling the corners of her lips.

Comeuppance.

A straight-armed thrust pins me up against the wall, the pressure of her palm staying steady as she eases down onto her knees in front of me, settling onto the soft rug and taking me in from the tip of my nose, down, down, down.

The tip of her tongue teases the underside of her upper lip as she reaches my throbbing, aching cock, right at her eye level. Then she looks right up at me again, pinning me with a stare.

I almost laugh, almost scoff and shake my head at the turnabout.

But I’m way too fucking turned on to do anything but watch as she puckers her lips around my head, drawing my black underwear down over my ass and dropping them to the floor.

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