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“How much more, my sweet girl?” he asked. His hand wound around the back of my neck and gripped tight, holding me in place, and I lifted my chin to look up into his eyes.
I didn’t let him take control. At least not this time.
I wrapped my fingers around the lapels of his suit jacket and pulled him flush against me. His cock was already rock hard, and I grinned to myself, fully enjoying the fact that I had that much of an effect on him.
I felt powerful.
I didn’t wait for him to kiss me. I kissed him first, pressing my lips against his with a confidence that surprised even me. His initial reaction was one of astonishment, but he quickly responded, his own assertiveness matching mine.
Nikolaos tried to take the lead, his hands moving to my waist to pull me closer. But I was not ready to relinquish control just yet. I deepened the kiss, my hands moving up to his face, guiding the tempo and intensity. It was exhilarating to feel him respond to my assertiveness, to sense his usual dominance give way to my initiative.
As we continued to kiss, it was clear that I was the one setting the pace. He finally yielded to my lead, his body responding to my every move. In that moment, I was not just his equal; I was the one in control.
I pressed my hands against his chest, slowly leading him backwards toward the bed. He let himself be led, which made my heart twitch with emotion.
There was nothing stopping him from picking me up and throwing me on the bed, so he could fuck me as hard as he wanted. He could rip my clothes off, bend me over the mattress, and plunge his cock into me, but right now, he was letting me take control and that made my body burn with heat.
One step backwards. Then another and another until the backs of his legs collided with the bed, and then I used all my strength to push him back. With a dark, knowing grin, he allowed it and sat down on the bed. He pressed his palms to the bed and cocked his head, watching me intently as I approached him.
Boldly, I reached for his tie. My fingers delicately grasped it, pulling it loose with a gentle yet firm tug. The silky fabric slid easily, and the tie came undone, falling away from his neck. Next I moved to his suit jacket, sliding it off his shoulders with careful precision.
Finally, my hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing each one slowly.
Deliberately.
As the fabric parted, I was rewarded with the sight of his bare chest, his muscles flexing with anticipation.
He smirked wider, his gaze contemplative as he tried to guess what I was playing at. Not wasting any time, I dropped my hands to his belt and unbuckled it, gradually sliding the leather through the clasp and pulling it taught before the metal tab released.
“What do you need, my pretty little slut?”
I didn’t say a word as I knelt down and untied his black leather shoes. I pulled them off, removing his black knit socks next.
He leaned back far enough so that I could unbutton his pants, not moving as I slid the zipper down and tugged them down his waist. It seemed like both of us held our breaths as I gradually freed his cock. My breath hitched in the back of my throat at the sight of it.
I would never get used to seeing the monstrosity of his cock.
With my heart pounding in my chest, I yanked his slacks and his boxer briefs down his legs and tossed them aside with the rest of his clothes. I didn’t bother to fold them.
With grace, I pulled the corner of the towel free and dropped it to the ground, baring myself in one smooth motion. His gaze feasted on my bare flesh. Every bit of his restraint was written all over his face, and I reveled in the feeling of that.
I was the kind of woman that was going to bring him to his knees.
With the grace of a panther, I approached him, each step slinking towards him slowly and surely. My hips swayed, but his eyes remained locked on mine, almost like he was trying to figure out exactly what I was thinking, like he was trying to discern exactly what had gotten into me, but he didn’t have a clue.
Without a word, I climbed on top of him. His hands settled on my waist as I positioned myself just above his cock. In that moment, it seemed like the two of us were both holding our breath, and I shivered, my body burning up with desire which was only intensifying the more he let me take control. It was deeply empowering.
I was more than ready for him.
Wanting to tease him a bit, I lowered myself just far enough that my pussy brushed against the head of his cock. The tip slid against my wetness with ease, and his sharp intake of breath shot a bolt of pleasure straight through me. He tried to quiet the sound, but I’d heard it anyway, and my pussy clenched hard.
“Do you need my cock, princess?” he growled, his voice husky with his own desire.
“I need so much more than your cock,” I answered slyly, unable to hide my smirk of victory as I finally allowed myself to mount him. The satisfying burn of his girth stretching me open took my breath away for a second, but I quickly found his gaze as I took more and more of him. With our eyes locked, I lowered myself all the way down his cock until I was sitting on top of it, my ass flush against his thighs.
My fingers dug into his shoulder, gripping him as I rolled my hips, eliciting another delicious groan from his lips.
Like a vice, my inner walls clutched around him, and he sucked in another sharp breath, which only spurred me on that much further. A bit more aggressively, I started to ride him, and he groaned, his fingers fluttering around my waist. The tip of his cock hit a place deep inside me that made me moan and his eyes lit up.
