Part 6

We’d move to the couch where he’d sit and I’d start by blowing him until i couldn’t handle it anymore. He’d tightly grasp my hair and stare into my face as I slid up and down that special cock. When I couldn’t stand it I’d try to mount him. Yes - try as it was difficult

I’d get on top of him and he’d grab my hips or wrap one of his huge hands around my throat and hold me over his throbbing cock. He wouldn’t let me ride it until I’d beg. I would’ve said anything - I asked to be his little whore, I whined for him to use me, to destroy my body, I writhed in his hands until he’d push me down onto him. The release would shudder through my entire being and I could feel him swell quickly inside me.

Worth it every time... and it just got better. We developed a clear relationship where “ask and you shall receive” was the baseline. I’d ask him to literally tear clothes off my body and fuck me as hard and deep as he wanted- and he would.