“I’m finding it hard to control myself. Your mouth shouldn’t feel so good. I feel like I’m going to explode any minute.”
“Is that bad?”
“It is to me. I like to give my women plenty of pleasure before I come. This is your first time with a cock in your mouth. I don’t want to flood you with cum.” He stroked her cheek.
“Are you in control now?” she asked, teasing the shaft.
“Barely.”
She sat back on her knees. He’d not let go of her hair. Letting out a sigh, she gazed down at the floor.
“That’s not helping either, Rose. You look like a true submissive,” he said.
“What do you mean?” She quickly glanced up at him.
“If you opened your thighs more and tilted your head back down, you’d look like the perfect submissive.”
Feeling a little wicked, Rose did what he said. She heard him gasp. Before she could say another word, Peter grabbed her in his arms and hauled her onto the bed. He finally let go of her hair as he crushed her against him.
“You’re going to test me at every turn, aren’t you?”
“I want to give you everything, Peter.”
She took his hands, laying a kiss to his palms.
“Everything?” he asked.
She nodded. The hungry look in his eyes made it hard for her to speak.
“I’m going to hold you to that, baby. For now, I need to be inside you.”
He didn’t move from the edge of the bed. Peter opened her thighs, and in the next breath he was inside her. Rose groaned as his hard cock filled her.
“Fuck, I forgot the condom. I can’t stop. Shit.”
Peter pulled out of her only to slam back inside. Rose held on, loving the feel of his cock pushing inside her. He stretched her inner walls, consuming her with a passion she didn’t even know she possessed.
“Please, Peter.”
“Fuck.” He pulled out of her abruptly, going to the drawer where he kept the condoms. She was on fire. His hands were shaking as he placed the condom over his cock.
“I can’t do this.”
Moving to his side, Rose took the condom from his fingers and did her best. He talked her through putting the latex on. She was starting to understand why plenty of women went on the pill. The condoms were a bloody pain.
He didn’t waste any time, lifting her off her feet. Peter was inside her before she’d hit the bed. They both groaned as he seated himself to the hilt inside her. “You feel so fucking tight.”
“Which one is the real Peter?” she asked, moaning as he pulled out of her until only the tip of him remained and then slammed deep, taking her by surprise as the pleasure mixed with a little pain.
“Huh?”
“This crude speaking one.” She cried out as his lips were on her breasts. “Or the tame, kind one.”
“They’re both me, baby. You’ll get both, and in time, if you want to, you’ll get the Dom in me as well.”
Peter moved her up the bed until she was laid amongst the pillows. When he was satisfied with her position, Peter gripped the poles of the head board behind her.
She watched his tattooed chest and muscles tighten as he pulled out of her body only to pound back inside. Rose gasped, reaching for the head board behind her. She gripped the hard wood for something to hold on to. There was nowhere else for her to go. She needed to hold on. Something had taken control of Peter, and he was showing her another side to him.