Michael arched his back as I fumbled the last button free. I reached inside, my fingers curling around him. He felt hard. Michael groaned. With the fingers of one hand curled around him, I pulled Michael’s jeans down further. Placing my hands flat against his chest, I pushed him back onto the sofa. He reached for my breasts again and I slapped his hands away.
He looked at me wide-eyed.
“No,” I said.
“But I want to hold...”
“Do as I say,” I snapped at him. I knew from what had happened between us the previous day, he liked the idea of me being a cop and being in control.
Michael looked at me, not knowing if I were joking, acting, or being serious. As if trying to test me, he reached for my breasts again.
“I said, no!” I hissed at him as he grew harder in my hand. He was secretly enjoying me taking charge of him.
Closing his eyes, Michael finally lay back on the sofa in submission.
I got up and stood, looking down at him.
“Don’t let go,” he murmured.
“Be quiet!” I snapped. “Don’t you dare tell me what to do!” Michael lay flat on his back, his cock standing up from the centre of him, looking solid and unbreakable. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he groaned, reaching for himself, now so desperate to be released that he would happily do it himself.
I slapped his hand away, and he groaned – in pleasure or frustration, I didn’t know which. I looked at his muscular frame, his thick round shoulders like two giant cannonballs, and his perfectly toned stomach, and muscular thighs. I had total control over him and it turned me on.
I slid my jeans down over my hips. Michael heard the rustle of my clothes and opened his eyes, wanting to see my naked body.
“Did I say you could open your eyes?” I breathed.
“No,” he murmured, shutting them tight again.
“You do as I say or just get out.”
Michael flinched at what I said and I became more excited.
I knelt down beside him, and taking hold of him again, I slowly eased my hand up and down. I did this until Michael was groaning with pleasure. I stopped.
“What!” Michael gasped, opening his eyes again and looking straight at me.
“Did I say you could look at me?” I hissed at him.
“Don’t stop what you were doing,” he begged.
“I’ve changed my mind,” I said with a sly smile. “I don’t think I want you anymore.”
“You can’t just stop!” he breathed.
“So what are you gonna do about it?” I teased.
With a crazed look of desire on his face, Michael snatched hold of my hand and leapt up. “I’ll show you what I’m gonna do about it!” he barked, gripping me by my shoulders and spinning me around. Placing his weight against me, he forced me over the arm of the sofa. Pushing one of his legs between mine, he forced them open.
“You’re not going to fuck me,” I groaned, the tip of his cock brushing against me, all the while just wanting him.
“I’ll fuck you if I want to,” he grunted, pushing his cock fully into me.
I cried out in pleasure, as he knotted his hands in my hair, forcing my face down into the sofa cushions. He jerked his powerful hips backwards and forwards as he thrust in and out of me, pushing me ever closer to that moment of ecstasy. I could feel myself growing hotter, a knot of pleasure unravelling, spreading out from my core and throughout my body.
“Is this the best you can do?” I groaned.
“I’ll fucking teach you to tease me,” he breathed heavily, pushing ever harder and deeper into me. Michael’s strokes became frantic, as he bucked his hips backwards and forwards. With each hard thrust, the heat inside me grew more intense until my whole body felt as it were on fire. My arms, fingertips, legs, and toes began to tingle and I gripped the back of the sofa as the feeling of pleasure inside of me and between my legs became unbearable. Unable to stand it any longer, I felt my whole body spasm. At the same time, Michael arched his back, locked rigid, and then seemed to tremble violently. Both of us cried out in utter pleasure. Michael began to slow, until he finally stopped.
We collapsed onto the sofa, me on my front, Michael on his back, our legs entwined. All I could hear was the sound of our heavy breathing, both fighting to catch our breath.
“That was fucking...unbelievable...” Michael finally said in a series of shallow breaths. “No one has ever got me going like that before. I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman so badly in my life.”
I rolled over onto my side, my skin feeling hot, tingly, and alive. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I smiled at him, my fingertips trailing across his chest.