Ifind myself at her door, which is not shocking in the slightest. I was surprised when she brought up the situation with Adéle. After the whole explanation, I knew that I would have to work on the pieces she’s still wary about. When she told me to come to her hotel room, I was shocked. But finding her hotel room was easy. I might have found out where she was staying as soon as she walked onto the carpet. Just in case she wasn’t going to talk to me and I’d have to track her down.
My hand lingers over the doorknob, which with one little twist will lead to her room. Putting all of my egotistical energy away, as Ale calls it, I knock. I hear shuffling happen before she swings the door open, still wearing her dress. I’m met with my bare faced and no heelsragazza. She’s pulled her newly short hair back and it barely fits into her hair tie because of the length.
When I saw that it wasn’t a wig, my dick immediately went stiff. There’s just something about the way short hair compliments her bone structure. It makes her look even more tempting than she already is.
Pulling me in by my collar, I’m caught off guard as she drags me in, pushing me onto the bed. Taking my wrist, she runs the palm of my hand and fingers down her dress. “You see this beautiful dress that your woman is wearing?” I look at her instantly when she saysmywoman.
“Yes.”
“Well, it also happens to be made by your ex-father-in-law, and I’m going to ride you while reminding you who you belong to.” I quirk my eyebrow at her.
“Who said I was yours? I remember a time when you said you weren’t an object and now you say I am. Wouldn’t you call that contradicting,ragazza?”
“The difference in this situation is that you fucked up, I didn’t.”
“I didn’t, Adèle did.” She gives me a look, speculation written all over it.
“Hmm. Well, that’s precisely why I will be riding your cock in this dress.” I’m amused that she thinks she’s in control. But for tonight, I’ll set it aside.
Shoving my pants down, she takes her panties off slowly in front of me, teasing me. My erection is standing up in the cold air, out and naked. Just by looking at her face, I know she’s excited. She’s most definitely a cock tease, especially in that dress. She crawls onto the bed, bringing her legs to the sides of mine. She’s hovering over me. Grabbing my shaft, she starts rubbing it against her opening.
She tries to gather a little more wetness between us before she starts fucking me. Her dress is completely covering my view of her pussy, I hate it, so I lift up the hem before she slaps my hand.
“You don’t get the satisfaction of seeing me grind against you, at least not tonight. That’s something we’ll have to talk about in the future.” She’s gasping at the feeling of my hardness contrasting her softness. It’s a match, and I can feel her getting wetter by the minute. My precum slides over her clit, helping with the natural lubricant spreading all over our sexes.
“There’s something else I need you to know. You do not grab, pull, or shove this dress. It stays on all night. I will not have a custom couture dress lent to me be ripped just because you are a needy oaf.” She moans in response to the friction.
“Yes, little girl.” I feel her clench when she rubs my tip against the hollow part of her pussy. When she feels like she’s slippery enough, she shoves my cock inside her and I groan as she muffles a scream.
“What did I say about screaming?”
“What did I say about you speaking?”
I bite back a response, knowing that she will just give me a rebuttal. I don’t think she realizes that if I wanted to, I could overpower her. I’m letting her do this. But I would never do that, especially not now when she needs this and the way I feel about her makes me want to give it to her even more.
She starts going up and down. Her hands are on my chest as her motions go slowly, her eyes close, trying to feel every movement as she rides me. I’ve always loved this position, but more so with her. As always, she knows what she’s doing.
The flexible little thing she is, moves off my shaft before she falls back down. Each motion makes her moan. Her rhythm gets faster, and I can feel her tighten around me even more than before. She’s close. I want to touch her and overstimulate her. But I don’t due to her orders. I just watch her hair, that was previously up, become a wild mess around her perfect face.
I see the dress bunch up a little with every motion. Fuck me. The sight of her in that dress makes me go stiff. I can’t believe she’s fucking me in my ex-wife’s dress. It’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
I throw my head back when the buildup starts to happen. Her pussy is squeezing me so tight that I almost lose it. She cums and she keeps going, knowing I need this release too. She’s almost limp around me but keeps pumping until I shoot deep inside her. Her whole body convulses at the pleasure.
This is quite possibly the best thing that’s happened in my existence. I groan in ecstasy. Fuck is she good. That makes it all the more venomous.
“You’re lucky that I even let you come.”
“Thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome. I’m quite good atit.” She smirks, looking down at me.
“You are and if you mention another man when you’re in bed with me, I will find him and strangle him with my own two hands.”
“There you go ruining the moment.”
“How so?”
“With your controlling ways.”