down with his head and pinning mine to the bed. We kissed long and hard, him moving his arm so that it matched the other, his body resting on both elbows on the sides of my shoulders and his body lying softly on mine. I could feel his weight and also his dick - ridiculously hard and ridiculously big - so much that I second-guessed that it was him. Maybe it was his cell phone, or some other object. Then it twitched, and I had no doubt in my mind. Good God.
I pushed on his shoulders, trying to roll him over so I could assume my normal dominant position of being on top, but he didn't budge. He continued teasing my mouth with his tongue, and grinding into me. I wrapped my legs tighter, digging my heels into his ass. I grabbed his muscular back with one hand and used the other to reach my hand down, trying to feel his hardness with my hand. He spread his knees, which pressed his cock further north and dangerously close to my wetness. He sat back on his knees, taking his mouth off of mine, and grabbed both of my hands, pining them together and then held them down with one hand, above my head. He swiveled out of my legs and laid to the side of me, my body now stretched out beside him, with my hands captured in left hand's grasp, above my head. I bucked off the bed, glaring at him, hating the restriction of my hands. He leaned over and kissed me, gently with a bit of tongue, softening my anger slightly. Then he pulled back.
His eyes took a greedy and unapologetic tour of me, his free hand leading the way. He pulled down the lace tops of my bra, allowing my breasts to be free and exposed, my nipples erect in the morning air. He ran his hand down and went on top of my panties this time, feeling the wet silk at my opening. His grin grew and he teased my pussy through my panties, running his hand from my clit to my ass, back and forth and then slipping a finger past my panties and inside of me. His eyes changed at the feeling of my tight wetness, growing darker and more out of control.
"Oh my god Julia," he breathed. "What am I going to do with you?" Wonder and desire filled his voice and eyes, and I stared at him, wanting his mouth on me again. I arched my back again, pressing my sex into his hand, wanting some release for my overwhelming desire. Is this what it's like? The men I torment with my teasing. Is this what they go through? This blatant need for release? I had never experienced it before, and suddenly understood the desperate look in their eyes. I was sure I had it in mine. This realization sent a blaze of anger through me and I ripped my hands free, catching Brad off guard. My eyes flashed with a combination of lust, anger, and a hunger for the power balance to be restored. I needed to see in his eyes what I had in mine. I tried to roll on top of his body but he held me at bay, his strong arms too powerful. I tried to reach for his cock but he moved my hands away and resumed his original position, on top of my body.
"I want to suck your dick," I breathed, injecting desire and longing into my voice. This would cause a normal all-American man to immediately roll over and pull out his dick, but Brad shook his head at me and clicked his tongue.
"This is about you. I want to please you."
"What will please me is having your big dick in my mouth!" I shout back. Who the fuck turns down head from me? At 9am in the morning, no less.
"You said you can't come."
"Yeah, so?"
"I want to make you."
"You can't. It's been tried."
His expression turned scornful. "By who? Nineteen year old frat boys whose version of foreplay is having you give them a blow job?"
I silenced. He did have a point. Damn him.
"Seriously, let's just drop it. I've accepted it, you need to do the same."
"Do I look like a man who gives in easily?" He
I pushed on his shoulders, trying to roll him over so I could assume my normal dominant position of being on top, but he didn't budge. He continued teasing my mouth with his tongue, and grinding into me. I wrapped my legs tighter, digging my heels into his ass. I grabbed his muscular back with one hand and used the other to reach my hand down, trying to feel his hardness with my hand. He spread his knees, which pressed his cock further north and dangerously close to my wetness. He sat back on his knees, taking his mouth off of mine, and grabbed both of my hands, pining them together and then held them down with one hand, above my head. He swiveled out of my legs and laid to the side of me, my body now stretched out beside him, with my hands captured in left hand's grasp, above my head. I bucked off the bed, glaring at him, hating the restriction of my hands. He leaned over and kissed me, gently with a bit of tongue, softening my anger slightly. Then he pulled back.
His eyes took a greedy and unapologetic tour of me, his free hand leading the way. He pulled down the lace tops of my bra, allowing my breasts to be free and exposed, my nipples erect in the morning air. He ran his hand down and went on top of my panties this time, feeling the wet silk at my opening. His grin grew and he teased my pussy through my panties, running his hand from my clit to my ass, back and forth and then slipping a finger past my panties and inside of me. His eyes changed at the feeling of my tight wetness, growing darker and more out of control.
"Oh my god Julia," he breathed. "What am I going to do with you?" Wonder and desire filled his voice and eyes, and I stared at him, wanting his mouth on me again. I arched my back again, pressing my sex into his hand, wanting some release for my overwhelming desire. Is this what it's like? The men I torment with my teasing. Is this what they go through? This blatant need for release? I had never experienced it before, and suddenly understood the desperate look in their eyes. I was sure I had it in mine. This realization sent a blaze of anger through me and I ripped my hands free, catching Brad off guard. My eyes flashed with a combination of lust, anger, and a hunger for the power balance to be restored. I needed to see in his eyes what I had in mine. I tried to roll on top of his body but he held me at bay, his strong arms too powerful. I tried to reach for his cock but he moved my hands away and resumed his original position, on top of my body.
"I want to suck your dick," I breathed, injecting desire and longing into my voice. This would cause a normal all-American man to immediately roll over and pull out his dick, but Brad shook his head at me and clicked his tongue.
"This is about you. I want to please you."
"What will please me is having your big dick in my mouth!" I shout back. Who the fuck turns down head from me? At 9am in the morning, no less.
"You said you can't come."
"Yeah, so?"
"I want to make you."
"You can't. It's been tried."
His expression turned scornful. "By who? Nineteen year old frat boys whose version of foreplay is having you give them a blow job?"
I silenced. He did have a point. Damn him.
"Seriously, let's just drop it. I've accepted it, you need to do the same."
"Do I look like a man who gives in easily?" He
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