This is for YOU. You know who you are.
Like most women I want it many different ways; sometimes I want it hard and fast, sometimes slow and gentle. Sometimes I want to make love like newlyweds, sometimes I want to fuck like a whore. Sometimes I want to run the show. And sometimes - I want to be TAKEN. . .
You pin me down and kiss me roughly. You slide your hand between our bodies and play with my pussy. I try to close my legs and tell you ‘no,’ squirming beneath you, but you push my thighs apart roughly and hold my wrists down on the mattress just above my head.
“I want you.” You say. “And I know you want me too.”
I keep saying, ‘no, please,’ but you continue kissing me and fingering my pussy. Your hard cock presses against my inner thigh. Despite my protests, my pussy begins to get wet and little whimpers and moans escape me.
“You want it. You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” you ask.
I say, “No. . .please don’t. . .stop!” But you keep going. You run your hot tongue up the side of my neck and a shiver runs through me. You shift your body and I feel your hard cock pressing against the opening of my dripping pussy.
“Please. . .” I whimper.
“Please what?” You ask. “Please fuck you?”
“No. . .please. . .stop. . .” I whisper breathlessly. But now my mouth opens willingly to accept your hot tongue and I feel myself returning your kiss with equal desire. My heart is pounding; not from fear but from passion, desire, need.
You push just the head of your cock into me and I moan aloud, my hips rising involuntarily off the mattress to accept you. You pull back a little and laugh.
“I knew you wanted it, you little cock-tease. Your pussy is SOAKED!” You say before pushing your tongue back into my mouth, probing its farthest reaches.
“Please don’t. . .stop. . .mmmmm.. . .don’t stop. . .” I beg.
You laugh and thrust into me deeply. You begin to fuck me with slow, hard thrusts. I moan and lift my hips from the mattress to meet each stroke.
“Tell me what you want.” You demand.
“You. . .” I groan.
“Tell me more.” You say, roughly shoving your cock in deep.
“I want you to fuck me. . .take me. . .take my pussy. . .” I plead.
“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” You laugh.
“Yes. . .” I answer, lifting my legs and wrapping them around your waist.
“You like this, don’t you?” You say. “You like me TAKING you. You like me MAKING you fuck me, don’t you?”
For a moment I try to deny that I like this, that I want it like this. I try to move my arms, to get away, but you press my wrists against the mattress tightly. You pull your cock almost all the way out of my steaming pussy, leaving just the head inside me. I don’t want you to stop. My pussy is on fire and I need you to take me; there’s no denying it.
“No. . .wait. . .please. . .” I plead.
“You want me to TAKE you. You want me to MAKE you give me that hot pussy, don’t you?” You demand angrily, shoving your cock in hard. “Admit it!”
“Yes. . .I want it. . .TAKE me. . .MAKE me do it. . .” I whimper.
“Tell me whose pussy this is.” You demand, beginning to slide in and out slowly.
“Yours. . .this is YOUR pussy. . .” I whimpered, squeezing you with my legs and pushing my hips up to take all of you into me.
“That’s right. It’s MINE.” You say. “This pussy belongs to me. What will you do for me?”
“Anything. . .I swear, anything you want. . .”
“What if I want you to masturbate for me?” You ask. “Will you let me watch you play with your pussy?”
“Yes. . .” I promise.
“Will you let me see you make yourself cum?”
“Yes. . .”
“What if I want to watch you with another woman? Will you lick pussy for me?”
“Yes. . .” I feel intensely aroused at the thought, having often fantasized about other women.
“Will you get in a 69 with her?”
“Oh yes. . .” I moan.