I wish I could read her mind

[my****]

As I stroke you creamy skin on the couch the episode of television bores me and my mind focuses on that spot of flesh I can wiggle my fingers over from this position.  I growl through your long hair to get down. Instantly the switch is flipped in you and you know your role. You slip to the floor gracefully taking up residence between my thighs and await my next command. The view from the top is spectacular as your submission rolls off you in waves adding to my confidence giving me an overflowing abundance. Our exchange is instant you belong to me, I am everything you need. I take in your beauty and shake my head in disbelief that you are there. “Service me” is my order and your small hands are freeing my cock from its confines as if you are underwater and that is from where your next breath will come.  There is no more grace to your movements simply a longing to please. You take, you fill your mouth and throat until your nose presses my flesh and then come up, this is repeated so quickly that your flowing tresses annoy you. With one of your free hands you bunch the hair and hold it up like an offering to me. Yet one more piece of you I now get to control. As I grip the hair in my fist you stop momentarily, inviting, pleading, begging for me to show you my need and I do not disappoint. I lift my hips and push you down filling your mouth until you whimper. This continues, ceaselessly as I build slowly and methodically toward my impending orgasm. I’ve no need to show off, to punish your mouth until your throat aches, my goal is to enjoy, and that goal has been met. Now it’s time to show you how much I’ve enjoyed you. I release my tight grip and you take back over seamlessly, thrashing with enthusiasm and brimming with confidence of your own ability. One final thought enters my mind, and that is how perfect this is, how perfect you are. Then thoughts cease, desire takes over and my need to conquer slips to the forefront of my mind. As I feel that geyser welling up from my soul I take my hand wrapped in hair and pull it back toward my center until your nose is buried against my flesh and I growl “drink it all”. The first of it takes her by surprise and she whimpers and tries to rise up but her hair tethers her in place.  She swallows around me making room for the next several smaller spasms. I release so she can breathe and I can bask, her work not done she knows to milk the last from me until I shiver showing her there is not a drop left. Once she comes off there is a smile. I know I should correct her to thank me but I’ve given her everything I have and my mind can’t bring together the words to make that happen.  There is always next time. 

[An****]

I look forward to reading more of these🥵🥵

[my****]

17 minutes ago, Angelbaby865 said:

I look forward to reading more of these🥵🥵

There doesn’t appear to be a way to edit it after the fact. So this piece I posted early this morning lives with spelling and grammatical errors forever. I will need to edit heavily before posting future pieces.

[An****]

I still it enjoyed it and understood.