Dominant Stranger II

He watched as she lowered herself onto the bed, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. The sway of her hips as she moved was like a dance for him, entrancing him. He couldn’t help but admire each curve and ripple of muscle under his gaze. His dick twitched against his pants as he approached her. Kneeling behind her, he gazed at the delicate expanse of skin revealed by her position on hands and knees. “You look exquisite in this light,” he whispered huskily, parting her thighs with a gentle pressure.

Her breath caught in her throat as he nudged at her entrance with the tip of his engorged member. The sound it made as it parted her folds was music to their ears; wetness coated him instantly. He pressed forward slowly but surely into her tight heat, feeling every inch of his length slide inside her warmth. She cried out softly, a mixture of pain and pleasure that only fueled his lust even more.

His kitten’s body clenched around him as he pushed deeper into her, his hips slamming against her rear end in a sensual rhythm that she couldn’t help but match. She felt full and exposed, yet oddly protected by his dominance. Her nails clawed at the sheets beneath her, imprinting small crescent moons into the soft fabric as she sought a grip against the surging wave of pleasure coursing through her. He took her with slow thrusts at first, teasing the tight walls of her pussy, making her beg for more.

With a rough shove, he positioned her on her back, the plush sheets enveloping her body as he settled himself between her spread legs. His touch was a potent mix of aggression and tenderness as his fingers explored every inch of her most intimate area. With skilled precision, he thrust his fingers into the velvety wetness of her core, eliciting moans of intense pleasure from her.

As he expertly stimulated her, his other hand reached up to fondle one of her plump breasts, twisting and tugging at the sensitive nipple with rough passion before taking it into his mouth with a voracious hunger.

His fingers continued their assault on her delicate folds, moving in a sharp and steady rhythm that made her writhe against him in ecstasy. With a sudden burst of force, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his throbbing manhood. The sensation of him entering her was like an electrical shock that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her entire being.

He focused on one hard nipple, sucking and biting with unrestrained fervor while his tongue danced over it, filling her with a delightful thrill..

He pulled back from her breast to whisper hotly against it, “Say my name.” She whimpered softly but managed to croak out “Master” just before another wave of bliss consumed her. He bit down softly, leaving a mark she’d have to lick later while grinding into her harder with every thrust. Picking up pace now, he grabbed hold of both wrists and pinned them above her head as he claimed what was his – ownership clear in every move he made. Their hips moved in a rapid, synchronized rhythm; the wet slapping sounds of their bodies colliding filled their ears with erotic pleasure.

Her breathing grew ragged as she felt him get closer to release, feeling him teasing at that sensitive spot inside of her again and again until finally giving one last torturous stroke before exploding within her depths – shooting his seed deep inside of her welcoming heat. She felt every pulse hit against the walls of her womb and screamed out in pleasure mixed with pain as she came along with him.

He pulled out of her slowly, savoring the last moments of connection as he did so. Her breath came in pants and gasps, her body trembling beneath him. His fingers pressed into her hips, anchoring her beneath him, unwilling to release his hold just yet. Their gazes locked for a fleeting second before he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a towel to freshen up. With a nonchalant toss, he threw it towards her, watching intently as she caught it without breaking their intense eye contact.

“Get dressed,” he commanded softly but firmly. She did as she was told, slipping on a pair of shorts and a shirt she had laid out earlier that night. He stood by the window, still fully naked as she approached him hesitantly. He turned around and pulled her close once more into his embrace, his hands running through her long raven hair as he held her tightly against him – their heartbeats matching once more.

“Thank you,” he whispered against her ear making her heart race again. “You were… magnificent tonight.” His breath fanned across her neck causing goosebumps to rise there too; heat radiating off them both still intense despite their actions cooling down from passion’s peak. She could feel his hardness pressed against her stomach again, making it hard for her to concentrate on anything else but how much they belonged together in this moment – like two pieces of a puzzle finally fitting perfectly into place. “You are… welcome,” she whispered back softly but confidently knowing full well what they had just shared would haunt both their dreams from now on…