"oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don't mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding."

Morgan Ann Bennett

Midnight.

I didn't remember where Chris lived, or how to get there, I only caught the name of his building. So I put that in the GPS and let Teddy drive in that direction.

"You know I know this is Chris's building, right?" He nagged me.

"Don't judge me, Teddy," I monotoned, eyes glued to my texts.

Teddy just cut up the volume to his old school r&b, ignoring me.

A text from Chris came at just the right time. I wasn't expecting it after the day I had, but God, I was happy to hear from him.

I can't stop thinking about you in that dress

I chewed on my lip and locked my phone without replying, seeing that the ETA was in less than five minutes.

"Text me in the morning," Teddy made me promise when we parked outside of The Lofts at Rockville Court.

"I will," I assured him, pounding my knuckles into his. "Good night."

"Night," he said, driving away once I had my things.

I took a deep breath on the sidewalk and worked up the courage to take myself inside.

Having let my memory lead the way, I found myself on the fifth and highest floor of the fancy building.

Standing outside of apartment 527, I texted Chris to come outside for a surprise.

No longer than twenty seconds passed before Chris opened his door and looked at me with a mix of shock and elation on his face.

"Sorry I'm not in the dress, I just figured it wouldn't stay on long anyway," I lead.

Chris took the bag from my hands and flung it across the floor behind his back.

I stepped forward and met his lips. In an instant I found myself melting into the kiss, feeling weak under his weight that towered over my body.
He peeled my jacket off and grabbed both sides of my face.

He pushed the door shut as I stepped out of my sandals and raised to my tiptoes.

Being lifted off of my feet, I wrapped them around his torso like my arms did his neck.

Finally, we were in the comfort of his home. No wilderness explorer was going to come shining lights on us and we didn't have to worry about being quiet, or Teddy and Malcolm interrupting.

Chris easily carried my hundred and some pounds all the way to the bedroom where I was placed on the bed and I didn't hesitate to strip myself from my leggings and bralette. I didn't care if I was coming off rushing or overly eager, I wanted this so badly.

I'd been craving him since I first laid eyes on him. If what I experienced on the yacht was only half of what he had to offer, I couldn't wait for the full ride.

Chris glued his eyes to my naked body, the length of me taking up his bed.

He tied his hair at the base of his neck and shook his head at me with this wicked smirk across his lips.

I tossed my head back, longing for his cock that had just been freed from his athletic shorts, and began exploring my own body since he was taking his sweet time.

I sucked my middle finger into my mouth and let the salvia dribble across my chin and chest as I dipped that finger between my legs.

It was frustrating that no matter what I tried, I couldn't recreate what he made me feel on my birthday.
Such a tease. I scolded him with my eyes for making me wait so long.

He finally lowered himself and cupped my breasts tight in his hands. His fingers clasped around my nipple next and I pressed my lips tight together before a moan slipped.

When our lips finally were reinforced, I couldn't stop myself from forcing my tongue against his.

Chris grabbed my jaw with one hand, the other slapping between my legs. I filled with arousal and let it drip out of me.

Chris, on the side of me, said "let me see," and spread my legs.

"So perfect," he moaned in my ear, pinching my clit suddenly.

I felt my cheeks burn and my abs tightened at the sensation, my body jumping.

I whimpered as he pressed against my slit hard.

Reaching back for his hair, my hips started rotating as if to tell him I was ready for him to be inside of me.

Chris's teeth sank into my breasts before he sucked away the sharpness.

He slapped my pussy three more times before dipping not one, but three fingers inside of me.

I raised up, surprised at the feeling, but he pulled me back down by my hair so hard that it came out of it's loose ponytail.

His warm lips against my temple and the corner of my mouth calmed me down.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

I quickly objected. What type of question was that?

"Good," he rasped, throwing one of my legs over his head.

I guided his head lower and Chris stopped my hand.

He dragged me to the edge of the bed as he was on his knees now on the floor.

My eyes flickered as he sucked my clit like he was trying to leave a hickie.

He was so hot, completely devouring me, that I tried to watch but my eyelids malfunctioned involuntarily and I could hardly keep them open.

When my hips started to roll again, Chris looped his forearm under my right thigh in the air and used it to hold my lower stomach down and dug his nails of the other hand into my left thigh, resting on his shoulder.

I cried out, tears pooling in my eyes. I felt like I was going to explode at the way his two fingers curled inside of me with his thumb circling against my clit and the pressure of his arm on my abdomen as he bit the flesh of my inner thigh.

I tried squeezing my legs together, squirming away, and arching my back. All useless, he wasn't letting me go.

I was about to come and didn't know if I'd be able to take anymore.
So I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him to my lips.

"You taste so damn good," he told me, sucking on my tongue.

We were only kissing, my arms wrapped around him, until his tip began rubbing against my slit.

"Yes," I exhaled.

He bit my lip and smoothed the strands of hair out of my red face.

"You like that?" He growled, nipping my neck.

I nodded, smiling big. "I love it."

Chris situated himself on his knees in the bed and I got on mine to crawl forward, staring right at his proud cock in my face.

I grabbed the base in my hands and lifted his balls to lick his taint and he jerked, not used to that but I didn't stop.

I came up to suck his balls between my lips and push them out with my tongue.

Chris grabbed the back of my head and cursed under his breath.

I let spit drip from my tongue onto his cock before I widened my jaw and took him whole at the back of my throat.

He held me there, pleased by the gargling sounds from my mouth.

"Fuck, yes," he roared, slapping my ass.

I remembered to breathe through my nose and did until I couldn't anymore, eyes watering severely.

I did it again and this time he fucked my face, thrusting into my mouth repeatedly at a relentless pace until I gagged and pulled back.

"You're so good," he rewarded me, one hand cupping my chin as the other stroked his cock.

"I need you inside of me right now," I panted, voice husky from him being down my throat.

Chris lied on his back and signaled me forward.

I lowered my breasts to his cock and let him watch as I sucked his tip with it between them.

"Shit, shit, shit," he cursed, throwing his head back in pleasure.

"You're so sexy," he reminded me and I stepped into my power hearing that, confidently smirking at him.

I straddled his lap and put my palms flat on his chest.

Chris knew what he wanted and took it, impaling me down onto his erection. I gasped and let my eyes roll back, taking a second to get used to the size.

Wincing at the discomfort, Chris grabbed me by the neck and brought my lips down to his.

For a moment, when he pushed my hair back and kept it at the back of my head, I stared back into his eyes and felt something beyond lust and ecstasy.

He kissed me deeply, no, passionately, and smoothed his fingertips down my spine, stopping at my ass where he spanked me.

"It's okay," he encouraged me, kissing my neck.

My hands digging in the mattress, I kept my forehead against his, maintaining eye contact as I started grinding my hips into him.

It felt so good I went faster, as fast as I could until my elbows buckled and Chris took over, thrusting under me.

"Oh my God," I melted.

I grabbed his head and screamed, feeling like I was going to pee, but he kept going and I didn't.

He held me in that position for a while until I regained my strength and sat back up.

"That's right, baby," he breathed out, spanking me. "Take it."

"Yes!" I screamed, repeating it because I loved hearing him talk to me.

He started to moan with me and it was music to my ears, I lost control, one hand in his chest.

Chris's thumb circled my clit, I was so full. His other hand spanking me for reinforcement when I slowed down even a little.

"Fuck," he said through broken breaths, "come on, baby."

My legs shook out of my control and I felt myself release.

Chris rolled us over and had me flat on my back.

I was still enjoying my high when Chris rammed back inside of me.

I screamed and he tightly grabbed the hair at the top of my head and told me to shut up and take it like a good girl.

I covered my mouth but that barely helped.

He supported himself with one hand on the wall, the other holding up my thigh.

Chris pulled out and then quickly ripped back through me over and over until my throat went dry and he could only see the whites of my eyes.

"I could fuck you like this all day." He grunted and grabbed me by the hips, adjusting me for his convenience to stretch me open again.

My back arched and I moaned, feet digging in the bed.

Chris straightened my legs and held himself up over top of me with his elbows and knees.

He kissed the top of my head and then my lips and smiled against them.

"Did I lose you?" He asked with a slight chuckle, forcing himself deeper.

I found my voice and said, "No, just please... please," I couldn't even finish my sentence.

"Please what?" He teased me, head in my neck.

"F-uck," I cried, trying to push him away with my legs.

"Please what?" He repeated with a strict grab of my face.

"Come for me. Please come for me, Chris."

Satisfied, he bit my shoulder and then cursed out loud, thrusting faster and harder.

"Oh. Right there!" I enthused, wrapping him in my arms.

Chris pulled down on my shoulders and slowly came to a stop.

He sat on his side and grabbed me up to position me in front of his body, on my side as well.

I spread my legs, raising my thigh, and he ripped back through me.

I watched him finger my pussy as he stared down at my breasts.

I found his hand on the side of my head and locked our fingers, his hair in my other hand.

"Mmm," I moaned, letting my eyes fall shut.

I was so sensitive, throbbing, unsure if I could take anymore.

He's so damn sexy, as much as I felt I was tired and weak, he just forced me to keep going.

I just needed him to finish.

I moaned, trying to get him there.

"You're taking it so good," Chris praised me. I blushed.

"Tell me what you want," he rasped, kissing me deeply.

I whimpered. "I need you to come, Chris, please."

"I can't hear you," he teased, grabbing my throat.

I squeezed my eyes tight, my body trembling, out of breath from his fingers far inside of my mouth.

He broke me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I sounded like a broken record,  unable to get a word out because he was digging inside of me and I was nearing the edge again.

A minute later, I fully cried, reaching my peak. I couldn't even moan or spit out my words, I just focused on the intense pleasure I felt.

Finally I came back to myself and gasped, vision blurred.

Chris squeezed me tight and married our fingers again, thrusting inside of me with his teeth hanging on my jawline until I felt him release at last.

I stroked his hair and kissed over his face as Chris came down, his sweaty body pressed against mine.

Oh. My. God.

I didn't know whether to worship at his feet or smack him and every girls he's ever been with because they got to experience that before I did.

What the fuck, I mouthed, sneaking out of bed to use the bathroom.

It was hard to pee but I did and then washed myself up, helping myself to whatever I needed in his bathroom.

That was more than I was ready for, I don't even know if it was that amazing in my dreams.

Who is this guy, I asked myself in my head as I watched Chris remove the sheets and throw another blanket down for the time being instead of changing them.

He walked past me and went to pee once I was finished in the bathroom.

My jaw dropped at the size of his dick when it wasn't hard. Like, how is it average or above average size when flaccid? Other men are five and a half inches when erect— if that— this is just blowing my mind.

I felt proud of myself for staying with him, though, and just glad I can walk. Barely.

I returned to the bed but first found one of his shirts on the floor and threw it on since it got cold.

I swallowed when the moisture came back to my mouth and stared up at the exposed industrial ceiling.

Chris slipped back into his dark shorts after crushing a bottle of water on the bedside stand. He offered me some but I didn't want to deprive him, he was so thirsty and needed to replenish.

After climbing under the covers, Chris pulled me close to his body, bringing my leg over his lap.

Once comfortable, he didn't say another word, just rubbed my shoulder and kissed the top of my head.

Minutes later, I found myself calling his name.

He was fast asleep, and thankfully he didn't snore. That's a plus for him. I think snoring would've taken away from what we just did and turned me off a little bit, honestly.

Kidding. No, after that he can slap my grandma and I'LL apologize to him.

The city didn't sleep, people honking and yelling beneath us.

I peered out of the window and sighed.

What a view. One I could get used to. . .

Exhausted, I exhaled and smiled down at Chris.

I pecked his neck, nose, a cheek, and then his lips ever so softly.

"Good night," I cooed finally.