I like control.
I did not want to lay limp underneath someone as he rode me. I wanted to ride him. Years of horse riding taught me how to ride. I also wanted to be the one to control when he came not when he decided that he wanted to let me come. I also liked having the most powerful man withering under me.
Him holding me, kissing me, and meeting me at the pace that I set and I was in control. I like the feeling of his hands on my body and his dick twitching. His green eyes followed me as I rode him.
I watched the lust in his eyes as he watched me. I felt him take my nipple into his mouth and his other hand was playing with my breast. I was still riding him as we both approached our high. I can still remember it, the feeling of his hands and his eyes.
He flipped me over and we continued it. He kissed me all over and got on his knees. He took my lower lips into his mouth and watched me as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
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Cressie and Jack
Historical FictionAn affair that lasted three years. Sudden Death and a love that lasted a life time This is the story of Cressie and Jack
