Mr. President 1(192)
“Yes, we are,” she purrs again, and my cock starts hardening. She notices it and, her grin widening, she starts moving her hips and grinding her ass against my growing thickness. “Except this time,” she continues, “I’m going to be the one in control.”
Without giving me the time for a response, she runs her fingers through my hair and yanks. I throw my head back and she just smiles at me, her eyes locked on mine, and then she turns around so that she’s straddling me.
“You think I’ll let you take control like that?” I defy her, but I already know what her answer is going to be.
“I don’t need you to let me do anything… I take what I want, when I want it.” With that, she pushes her skirt up to her waist and presses her crotch against mine. My cock pushes against the fabric of my dress, aching to feel her wet pussy, and she presses hard against it. At the same time, she lets go of my hair and takes both her hands to my shirt. Grabbing me by the collar, she tugs on the shirt fiercely and the buttons pop out of the fabric, scattering all around floor.
“That’s one expensive shirt,” I tease her, enjoying the way she seems to be possessed by a frenzied lust.
“That’s what you get for ruining all of my dresses,” she shoots back, and then leans into me and presses her lips against my neck. Instead of kissing, she pulls my skin between her teeth, biting harshly. I groan as she does it, my cock pulsing violently as I let desire take control over me.
Her hands are on my chest, carefully tracing the contour of my pecs and then going down to the hard lines between my abs; I grab her by the ass, pulling her into me as I lift my hips up from the couch, pressing the shape of my hard cock between her thighs.#p#分页标题#e#
Needing her naked body more than I ever needed anything in my life, I then grab at her blouse and pull it out, forcing her to raise her arms up in the air. I throw it to the floor and then lean in at once, taking my mouth right to between her delicious tits. I push one of the cups of her bra down, baring one hard nipple, and lose no time; I wrap my lips around it, circling it with my tongue as my heart starts pounding so loudly it resembles a machine gun.
She moans as I suck hard on her nipple, and so I do the next logical thing; I take my hands to her back and undo the clasp there. With quick movements, I tug the straps down her arms and simply throw the bra on top of her discarded blouse. I lean back against the couch for one simple second, time enough for me to take in the sight of her perfect round and perky tits, her rosy nipples calling to me; I reach for them and squeeze them, her warm flesh shifting under the soft touch of my fingers.
That’s when she decides to reignite the movement of her hips; swaying back and forth, she grinds against my twelve inches like a woman possessed. Fuck, this is so good I might just come like this. Seriously, not all women know how to dance over a man’s cock, but Destiny sure has all the right moves down. But I won’t let myself go like this; when you have a woman like her aching to fuck you, you have to enjoy all of her, and that to the very end. She won’t make it easy for me, though.
Moving with cat-like movements, she suddenly goes up to her feet and turns on her heels. I try and reach for her skirt, deciding to take it off, but she’s faster; she sits back down on my cock, her back to me, and starts rocking her hips once more.
I hook my fingers on her hips and start moving my body as well, trying to keep up with her rhythm. I throw my head back and close my eyes, savoring the way she’s pretty much stroking me with her ass cheeks. Fuck, I just want to ravage her—all of her. I want to fuck her sweet little mouth, take over her tight pussy and show her that her ass is mine. But I have to be honest too; if anything, right now she’s the one showing me that she owns my cock in a way no other woman can. She wasn’t joking when she said she wanted to take control.
“You know what are you doing to me, don’t you?” I whisper, trying to choke down a groan as she thrusts back at my cock even harder.
“I’m driving you crazy, I know that,” she tells me with a delicious chuckle, and starts going so hard that I actually have to tense up every single muscle in my body and take a deep breath to stop myself from coming. Don’t think I’m being weak; any other man would have already come, you can take that to the bank. “And I’m going to keep going until you can’t take it any more.”
“Fuck, I already can’t take it,” I groan, grabbing at her tits and leaning back against the couch. I’m pinching at both her nipples, thrusting against her, and I’m fucking desperate for her pussy.