His gaze stuck to hers as he began to undo each button on his business shirt while she knelt for him beside the bed. Peeling the long sleeve shirt off his body, he turned and placed it over the end of the chair behind before moving his eyes back to her.
Her hair was behind her head while some fell over her bare shoulder falling just beside her breast. He took in all of her beauty with his stare as he unclipped and pulled out his belt and then unzipped his business pants, pulling them down as he drank in her naked body.
Turning again, he placed his clothes and belt on the chair then his socks inside his shoes that he had taken off beforehand. Moving to her in just black silk boxers, he placed his hand in her hair and gripped it tightly, pulling her small frame off her feet that had been resting on her backside as he pulled her lips to his and took them.
She inhaled after he let go of her lips as he let her fall to her knees again, taking hold of one of her breasts and groping it.
“Who owns this?”
“You own it Sir.”
He slapped it hard with his hand.
He was growing in his boxer shorts and now poking out. As he peered down, he could see her eyes drawn to it.
He moved in front of her fully, and with one of his feet, pushed her knee outward making her spread for him, showing him what he owned.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes Sir. Very.”
“Really?”
Her eyes dropped down in a submissive state.
“Tell me why you are wet.”
“Because I need you Sir.”
“Tell me why you need me so much. Why you are so wet.”
She pulled her eyes upwards again to meet his.
“Say it.”
“Because I am your slut Sir. I need cock. Your cock. I need to be fucked.”
His cock flexed at hearing the things she said. The things they had talked about and they both craved. The things that he brought out in her.
“Yes,” he placed his hand on her head again, “My slut. My fucktoy,” he finished with conviction.
He watched her bite her lip.
“Show me.”
She reached her hand down and pulled her finger up her pussy lips before showing his the wetness on her fingers.
He took her hand roughly and put her fingers in his mouth and sucked them before letting go and pulling his boxer shorts off now wanting her to do the sucking.
His hard cock flexed and moved as he watched her eyes on it and her lips pull across one another in an excited motion. He knew she would wait for his direction.
“Mouth.”
She eagerly leaned forward from her kneeling position and took his cock in her mouth, wanting to give him pleasure. Closing his eyes, he just spent the next few minutes enjoying her mouth and the way she pleasured him.
When he opened his eyes again, his desires were building more inside. He moved his hand down and wrapped it in her hair and gripped tightly, taking over the rhythm and movement of her head.
He felt her relinquish control as he began fucking her mouth and using it how he wanted.
“That’s it my cock slut!”
He pulled her deeper, pushing her to her limits.
“More training for Sir’s cock slut.”
The drool was overflowing from her mouth as he continued to take one of the holes that he owned.
When he pulled her head off his cock after another couple of minutes, she gasped and spluttered trying to take in breath.
He let her hair pull through his now open fingers pulling her to her feet and gripping her throat.
“I am going to fucking consume you. I am going to take what is mine!”
With that, he pushed her on the bed from the side before moving to the end and pulling her body forcefully to the middle, to the spot he wanted before moving to the side again and mounting the bed.
Pulling is hard cock downwards to her pussy, his fingers slipped from the drool as he moved inside her.
He slapped her leg hard.
“Open your legs!”
She spread open wide for him.
“I want my fucktoy wide open. So I can fuck you,” he thrust into her hard,” Use you.”
He took hold of her legs and started to thrust inside deeper and forcefully. He knew she would be feeling this tomorrow and he wanted her to have that reminder of who owned her.
He was turned on by the wetness that he had crated in her and was pounding her tight pussy with pace.
“You like being my toy, don’t you.”
She moaned.
“So fucking much Sir. Use me.”
He loved the fact she knew exactly the right time to talk dirty and the right things to say. He also knew it was an extension of her mind and what she craved as much as he did.
“You want to be my fucktoy!” he said in a growling tone, his cock crashing inside her pussy hard.
He reached forward and took her throat in hand, as his cock pushed deeper inside her, her sounds now obscured but still audible. He looked down at her tits flailing back and forth as he fucked her on the bed that was now shaking.
Her hands curled back, gripping the bed sheets as he watched her eyes close and head fall back into the bed as he took his fucktoy.
“I own this cunt,” he talked down to her, “I own every fucking piece of you.”
He was now on the edge, his hand squeezing tighter around her neck.
“Cum for me,” he directed to her, as his force was now only rivaled by his pace inside her.
He removed his hand to grip her body tighter, as she let out a squeal and was climaxing now on his cock. His balls swelled and he let go, climaxing at the same time and filling her deeply.
He let out an equally loud groan and did not hold back his sound of pleasure as with each slow thrust he continued to enjoy his girl and the moment. He looked down upon her after they both finished and then fell beside her on the bed as they were catching their breath, his arm draped over her body in a way that showed he had claimed his girl.
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