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He is a man who is in control, knows exactly what he wants, and what he wants is me.
He sheaths himself before coming back to the bed and grabbing my hand, helping me off the mattress and walking me over to the large armchair that sits to the side of his bedroom suite.
“I want you to control our first time, Beth,” he says, keeping our hands intertwined as he takes a seat like a king in a castle on the large chair and leans his head back, his eyes running up and down my naked body. “Now be a good girl and come and sit on my cock.”
Good girl… Those two words light a fire under my skin. Out of the bedroom, if a man said that to me, I would probably slap him. But right here, right now, I feel my insides melt even more.
Harrison’s eyes light up as I step closer. His nostrils flare and his grip on my hand tightens as he pulls me on top of him.
“You like me praising you just as much as you like my dirty talk, don’t you, baby?” Harrison comments just before his wet warm mouth encases my nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
“I do,” I admit breathlessly as I straddle him, getting into position on my knees. I should feel awkward, but I don’t. I feel wanted.
“Well, then be a good girl and slide your wet pussy onto my cock until I make you scream.” And I do exactly that.
I slowly lower myself, as his hand grips onto his length and he pulls me into position. I feel his tip pushing at my entrance, stretching me. He is huge, and I hold my breath, waiting for all of him.
“Breathe, Beth. You can take me, I got you.” His mouth closing in on my nipple again as my hands grip onto the back of the armchair behind his head. I lower myself more, feeling all of him, and my head falls back as I take him in completely, letting out a long moan.
“Fuck, you are tight. Move your hips for me… show me what I do to you,” He grits out, as both his hands grip onto my ass cheeks and his head falls back to the chair again, admiring me openly. His eyes are lust drunk, and he bites his lower lip as I begin to move. My hips grind and bounce like a dancer, even though I am one of the most uncoordinated people I know.
“That’s my girl. Fucking beautiful dirty girl jumping up and down on my cock,” he moans, sparking desire throughout my body, and every time I move, I feel like I am going to explode.
“Harrison, this feels...” I pant, as I become breathless, my breasts heaving in time with my body.
“Fucking amazing,” Harrison finishes for me, and I feel his hand slide up my bare back, and grab onto my hair before he fists it, pulling it back.
My head falls back with it, my body arching, my hips now moving differently, the pressure on my clit intoxicating. I feel like I am having an out of body experience.
“Harrison, I can’t, I’m going to...” I pant out, our bodies slapping, our deep need for each other evident as his fingers grip into my skin with one hand as the other pulls my hair even tighter.
“Come for me, Beth, come all over my cock like the good girl you are.” My hands remain white knuckled as I buckle and gyrate on top of Harrison, letting my release overtake me.
“Harrison!” I yell his name out into the room, thankful we are on our own because I hear the echo as pure ecstasy consumes me.
“Fuck, Beth!” Harrison shouts almost in sync with me, his grip tight, his ab muscles clenching as he thrusts deeper, his orgasm as intense as my own.
I’m hot and breathless, my hair a mess of waves now around my head, and as I come down from my high, I loosen my grip on the back of the chair and slump against him. Harrison’s hands massage my body, moving up and down my back, drawing soft moans from my chest.
I’m spent. Never before have I experienced the level of arousal I have in the last few hours with Harrison.
We are quiet for a beat, both sated and perfectly content.
“Let me get us in the shower. I want you on your knees for me with that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.” His dirty talk continues, and I lick my lips, already knowing that my knees will buckle for him gladly.
I pull back to look at him, giving him a lazy smile.
“Yes, sir.” I smirk, already looking forward to what else Harrison has in store for us.
* * *
We makeit back to his bedroom, showered, with wet hair and weak muscles ready for sleep. As I lie on top of his enormous bed, I watch him as he walks toward me from the bathroom.
“I like you in my bed,” he says, as his eyes drape over my naked body, taking in my long red hair that I grew up hating, which now makes me feel invincible. The confidence I now have in my body compared to only weeks ago is surprising, but I trail my fingers up over my hips, tracing my curves and lowering them again. An action he watches with interest.
He turns off the light, leaving us in the light glow of the moon from his windows as he crawls in next to me.
“How do you feel?” he asks, looking at me, the wrinkle between his brows showing me he is somewhat concerned.
