A bit of my truth blended with a little of my fantasy. Enjoy!
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I want you to see me. I want you to look at me like there couldn't be anyone else and like if you don't fuck me hard, you'll go insane. "Get on your knees, Good Girl."
I crawl across the floor to you and run my hands along your legs, up to your thighs. At this point, I'm licking my lips, and trying to beg your permission with my eyes. You'll make me say it though. "What do you want, Good Girl?" You'll run your hands through my hair, and whisper those words in my ear, your other hand kneading my tit, plucking at my nipple. A pout in my voice because I know you like it when I beg a little. "Your cock, please Sir." But I do have something up my metaphorical sleeve. You pull my top off over my head as I unclasp my bra. I know what you want to see. My tits bouncing around while I bob up and down sucking your cock. And later bouncing up and down on it. Tits flying all over. Your head buried into one, mouth busy marking me, leaving bite marks and bruising hickeys.
But before we get there...
I stand with your help and begin to take off my jeans. You watch me, cock hard through your jeans. I love being naked when you're still dressed. Reminds me that I belong to you. I get my jeans off, and now naked I toss you a wicked bratty smile and throw the jeans right in your face. Turning tail, I race out of the bedroom. I love it when you chase me, possess me, and own me. I'm almost down the hall and into the kitchen when I feel your strong arms sneak across my waist. You've got me. You've always had me. And I have always loved it when you take me. Next thing I know I'm pinned to the wall, your pelvis crammed against mine and grinding into my needy little clit. I'm panting for you.
"Were you going somewhere, my little slut?"
"No Sir, j-just wanted water?"
"You asking me or telling me?" You growl into my neck, teeth and tongue scraping against my sensitive flesh. Your hands are roaming my body, finding all the spots that trigger my pussy to soak on to your thigh, leaving a puddle on your jeans. I moan. You shush me, your finger tracing my lips. My tongue tracing my bottom lip, racing to suck on your finger. I want something in my mouth. I need something in my mouth. I beg with my eyes. I open my lips, sticking out my tongue just a little. "That's better, Good Girl. Open your mouth for me. You know you need it." I'm rewarded for my good behavior with two of your fingers in my mouth and I suck them making happy, eager sounds. I want to be a good girl. I want to be your good girl. I want to be filled.
While I suck your fingers lost in bliss, I imagine instead what it will feel like later when you use your hands on me. Your strong fingers curled slightly pounding in my needy cunt. My head rolls back and forth as my orgasm builds. Your voice, gentle in my ear, "Cum for me, Good Girl, yessss, let me see you squirt for me."
"What are you thinking about my Good Little Slut?" you ask, taking your fingers out of my mouth a string of drool following. So I tell you. I tell you about wanting your fingers buried deep in my cunt. "Is there gonna be a wet mark on my jeans?" you ask me after I tell you. I blush and nod, looking down and away from your eyes. You step back and I stagger for a second. My body is flushed and my cunt has made my thighs sticky from wanting you.
"Well look at that.." you say gesturing to the spot we both knew would be there. "And look at you. Good Girl you look a little tired..."