Mature Scenes Ahead!!
Horny readers feel free. I beg you :)
Starr Marie King
I find it thoroughly hysterical how our morning began with slight annoyance, and somehow we're in this position.
Hilarious.
Weird how earlier the word hilarious was meant differently.
I can't lie and say that's the only different thing that's taking place at this moment.
"This is what you mean... by trying something new?" I moan through our heated, passionate kisses.
Damon had his right hand wrapped around his red dress tie, that's was almost tightly wrapped around my neck.
He smirks breaking the kiss. "Not there yet."
"Elaborate on that?" I suggest, wanting more than a nonchalant answer.
He picks my naked body up without saying a word. I wrap my legs around his waist, letting his dick graze my pussy lips, softly.
A small giggle leaves my lips as he began to walk towards our walk in closet. He softly placed me on the top of the dresser which sat in the middle of the closet.
A smile cross his lips, mine follow in return.
I glance around the closet as my elbows held me up, just enough to see the admirable parts of him. "Sex in our closet?"
He lowers his eyes to the tie, being the last piece of clothing on that thin line before full exposure. As if the tie was a piano, he elegantly twiddles his fingers down it.
Watching his hand briefly slides across it, he lifts his other hand, untangling it from my neck.
It slowly trails lightly across my neck to my breast. The silk fabric make my skin warm, making the once chilled room feel elegantly warmer.
He takes the tie, beginning to fold it neatly. As if his mission was to perfect the folding and creases of the tie, his eyes remained on it at hand.
"Now I have two perfect things before me," He says lightly, mainly to himself.
Pushing my curls behind my shoulder, I glare at him. "It seems at though your giving your precious tie more attention than me."
A sarcastic laugh leaves his lips. He began taking small steps towards me, biting his lip as he observes my naked body. Finally giving me the attention I longed for.
He shakes his head, trailing his hand down my stomach. His hand begins to inch down farther, getting close to my shivering clit. As close as he got, the more warm my body began to feel.
I snap my legs closed, halting him for going any further. "I said..." My hand wraps around his forearm, pulling his weight above me. He leans over me with a wicked smile on his lips. "Are you going to fuck me in this closet, Mr.King?"
His chain dances between us, slowly pressing against my skin as he inches his lips towards mine. I take my finger, pressing it against his bottom lip, widening his perfect lips.
His cold breath leaves an indentured wind on my me. I smile, widening my mouth, as I inch closer to kiss him.
The tension we had was calling our names, but I didn't want to give his that just yet.
I watch his eyes began to shut as he saw that I wanted to kiss his very lips. Once his eyes shut completely, I wipe my finger against his bottom lip, from left to right, but then I stop.
"If I recall... you still haven't answered my question," I say, dropping my hand from his face.
A sarcastic frown appears on his face. "I'd assure you that I expected something slightly different than that."
I smile. "I'm sure you did." I push him up, barely opening my leg to give him enough space to remove his hand.
The expression on his face showed a confused annoyed expression, as he stood with his free hand behind his back.
I slowly opened my legs, letting him remove the hand that was in bondage. He nods his head, coming to terms that's I was going to make it harder for him.
Lifting my right leg, I let it wander, trailing up his chest. "Am I in control?" He let's a detailed laugh out as his eyes remained on the area right between my legs. I wrap my legs around his waist pulling him towards me. "Who's in control?"
He smiles. It was one that showed those wheels turning in his head.
Tilting my head to the side, I frown. "I'd assume that I am in contr—," He tugs on my waist, pulling me closer towards him. A gasp leaves my lips, giving him satisfaction.
He pulls me up, bringing me closer to his lips. That seductive smile crosses his lips, as I try to calm my breathing from the shock he's given me.
Cutting his eyes from my naked body, he takes in my lips. Passionately kissing me whereas his hands desperately tried to find its next location.
His free hand, rubs up my inner leg, inching closer and closer to my pussy. I moan in between his kisses, because I could almost feel as though his hands were colder than before.
It left an icy feeling as if he held ice in his hand.
He breaks the kiss, looking down at his wondering hand. "Remind me of the question you've just asked?"
"Damon, baby," I say sarcastically, bluntly rolling my eyes. "I've always been in control. You just have to admi—."
Fuck.
Damon cuts me off again, sending his dick inside me with a huge thrust. As if a pencil lost his lead, his dick ram inside me, hitting the deepest area he could've hit.
"Shit," I shriek, in shock.
"Control?" Damon questions me, without stopping his incredibly dangerous thrusts inside me. "I'd show you controllo."
His Italian accent falls off his lips which lets me know that he's more serious than before.
My legs began to close, as his thrust leaves an shivering effect on my insides as if electricity ran through my body every time he reached deeper.
I grab onto the edges on the counter, falling onto my back while his hands were placed on my widened hips. He was feeding my stomach with his dick, leaving it to feel full.
A cheesy seductive smirk crosses Damon's lips.
He knew he was in control, and I knew it as well. He had me planted on our closet dresser with his dick far inside me. And he knew that the position I was in lead me to look as if I was dependent, and less in control of the situation.
It annoyed me how in control he was.
The way he shut me up by shoving his dick in me made me slightly annoyed because he simply just proved his theory.
I couldn't let him have that after all the shit I just talked.
Jerking my body back, his dick fall onto the edge of the counter. A confused expression cross his face as he wonders why I stopped him from trying to carry on his load.
I close my legs, hopping off the side of the dresser. His eyes observe every inch of my body as I slowly walk around him until I stood right behind him.
"It's funny how the word 'control' is being thrown out in the world so easily these days," I say sarcastically, wrapping my hands around his waist.
He lets a small sigh out. "Elaborate on that?"
"Well," I laugh. Taking his dick into my hands without warning. His body tensed up for a split second before he rests his body. "Control is the power of influencing something."
I move my hand up to his tip, slowly watching eyes eyes try to stay on mine as he looked over his shoulder at me.
"As viewed, I'm controlling your watched breathing at this moment," I slightly brag. "Your breathing is slowed, because you're trying not to let it fasten as a sign of pleasure."
I drop my hands from his dick, walking around his detailed body. He lifts his head down gazing at me with a desirable look.
Giving him not enough time to process my next move, I push him onto the dresser I once laid upon. He falls onto it gently, as if he knew my next move.
Placing my leg on top of the counter, I climb way onto him not breaking the heated contact we had.
Once my pussy was hovering over his dick, and my face was before his, I smile, because I have him exactly where I wanted him.
"Onto the fun part," I say in excitement.
Letting my hands wander, I trail my hand down behind me, searching for the very thing I wanted to be inserted into me.
Grabbing ahold to the bold, dick beneath me, I rub the tip ever so lightly. "You know..." I let my voice fade away watching him fight the urge to react. "Studies confirm that the most sensitive area of a penis is the tip."
Damon grunts, looking away, breaking the eye contact we once held. I laugh in return, snatching his whole into my hand.
Watching his abnormal breathing induce, I position myself up. And once my stomach felt ready to take his dick inside me, I began to lower myself down. His dick widening my hole every second I lowered my body.
I bite me lip once I hit the base of hips, taking every part of him into me.
Positioning my hands above him, I began my slowed hip thrust. Holding my moans in so I could hear Damon's.
His hips began to move along with mine in unison. Colliding our most sensitive parts against each other.
I smile looking down at him. He places his hands on my waist, staring down between our bodies. Pushing my self up so I could sit down on him full, I began to fasten my thrusts.
Each second getting faster, the sound of our bodies colliding getting louder.
His hand trails up to my body, portraying that they were in awe of me. As if he was finger painting, his fingertips danced on my body.
Placing my hands behind me as I fall into the cowgirl position. I grab his free hand as I bounced on his dick, placing it on my clit.
I bite my lip as his fingers played around with my pussy. "Fuck," My first real moan leaves my mouth.
He smiles. "Control," He suggests.
I internally roll my eyes in my mind, because externally, my body was in its vulnerable state.
Damon drops his hand from my pussy, pulling my body down on him. He begins pounding my insides. My head next to his, while little moans leave my mouth.
"Oh my..." I was instantly cut off.
"God," Leah yells loudly quickly escaping the room.
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I think everyone has forgot about the term 'privacy'.
Can Damon and Starr get that? Ughh. So annoying. Their fuck session wasn't even long enough for them to finish!!!
Anyways—
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