But all that wouldn’t happen if I couldn’t get out of bed.
“Did you sleep good, baby?” Barry asks, and I come out of my self-reflection.
Fuck. I’m late for work. But I need to fuck.
“No time for talk, hon,” I say, putting him to his back and straddling him.
I’m naked and I can see his eyes go wide as he sees my tits waving in front of his face. I take his cock in my hands and start stroking it. It’s still soft, but I can take care of that.
Bad boys think they can handle any woman. But they can’t handle me. I’m the one thing that a bad boy alpha male can’t handle.
I’m a bad fucking girl.
He’s getting hard, but I have a schedule. I also have an itch I need to scratch before my day.
I slip down and kiss his chest, licking the erect nipples on his hard pecs.
God, I love pecs. And broad shoulders. And 6 packs. 8 packs are even better
I kiss all the way down his body and run my tongue up and down Barry’s shaft. I take the tip of his cock in my mouth and watch his eyes roll back in his head.
When I met him yesterday at the bar, Barry was your typical alpha male. He thought he was bad. He told me about his motorcycle. He angled himself so I could see his profile. His massive body. He told me how he was a CEO for some financial services firm.
Then he asked me what I did.
I told him I owned a football team.
That’s when he realized who and what I was.
By the time we fucked, he knew who was boss.
Barry’s hard now. It didn't take too long at all. Just a quick simple few licks up and down his shaft as my hands cupped his balls. I run my tongue up and down the tip of his cock before taking the head in my mouth.
“Oh fuck, Julianna,” he moans as I lift my face and move my body up, coming up to him and angling my pussy on top of his dick.
Julianna. Not ‘baby’ or ‘babe’.
Damn right, he better call me by my name. Tell me who’s boss now, bitch. I slide his dick into me and gasp. It fills me up and he moans out loud. I’m silent and I start pumping myself on him. Fuck, it feels good to fuck.
I love sex. I love having sex. And I love loving to have sex. As long as someone isn’t trying to steal someone else’s significant other, I think people should have as much sex as they want. And God help any man that tries to tell me that I need to be pure and virginal because that’s a woman’s place in society. Fucking men have been going around fucking everything forever. No one calls them sluts. No one shames them. I swear whenever someone ever tries that with me, I destroy them. It’s happened before. It’ll happen again.
Barry takes his hands and grabs my ass. Good. I like my ass getting squeezed. I bite my lip and shuck myself on his pole a few more times. I bring my hand to my breast and start twisting my left nipple.
God, that’s good. I close my eyes and focus on the pleasure, taking one of Barry’s hands and placing it on my other breast.
Barry’s breathing heavy, but I’m about there. I speed up my thrusts on Barry.
Barry tries to get up and get me on my back, but I open my eyes and make sure my hand pushes him back down.
“No way, hon,” I tell him. “I’m late for work this morning already. So, me first.”
The look of resigned defeat in his eyes does something for me. I don’t know what. This normal alpha male. Made submissive by my body. My pussy taming his cock. He’s never going to look at another girl the same way. But I’ll be done with him after this morning.
Just his subservient eyes are enough to push me over the edge. I close my eyes as my orgasm washes over me. I feel the tightening of my pussy as it clenches around his cock and the explosions go off across my body. I’m hot and then I’m cold and all of a sudden I’m floating in a sea of bliss. It crests over me and I feel tiny pinpricks of fire from every pore until my mind goes completely blank.
When I open my eyes, I’m breathing heaving and a trickle of sweat is coursing down by boobs. I look at him and give a few final up and down strokes with my body before getting off of him. He’s lying there, looking at me.
I get out of bed and walk to the shower.