mouth and then realized maybe she could do this on her own. He let go of her hair and she stopped, looking up at him. “You go ahead, Hun, show me what you got,” he said, as his cock bounced in front of her face.
She took him back into her mouth and wrapping her hand as far around the base as she could. Her fingers didn't come close to touching. She worked him in and out, flicking her tongue, and playing with the amount of suction she used, teasing him into orgasm.
He looked down at her as he was about to unload in her mouth. She knew what she was doing and was so willing to do it his way or her way. He liked her way better. She noticed him looking down and peering up at him, she held his gaze the whole time he came, tasting and swallowing all of him.
“Ahhh, Jesus Christ woman, you win, you win,” he said as he finished, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Your turn,” he said, patting the bed for her to sit next to him. “Let’s see if I can remember how to do this.” He threw the rest of the laundry on the floor that had covered his bed.
He laid her down and undid her jeans. She got up on her elbows and peered over her breasts at him as he eased her jeans and panties down at the same time, grabbing the cuffs he pulled them off. He crawled back to her after undressing himself and kissed her. The kiss was hard and gentle at the same time, almost desperate, but not wanting to hurt her, and he didn't seem to mind tasting himself while he kissed her. This impressed her. No other man that she had been with would have had much to do with her after they were done, much less kissed her with his come still on her mouth.
“You look amazing with no clothes on, Jewl,” he said, lowering his kisses to her tits, gently nipping and sucking one, while he pinched and twisted the other, getting a little too rough.
“Ouch!” She said, pulling away from him. He instinctively pulled her back forcefully. Realizing that he was losing control, he stopped himself.
Her eyes were wide as she realized that he was having a hard time controlling her. She liked it rough, but with him, it seemed to be more than just a little rough. He was used to completely dominating and forcing. She didn't mind the dominating part, but force was rape, and that was not ok with her.
“I am sorry, Hun,” he said, as he stood over her and looked at the ceiling, trying to breathe through his urges to hold her down, doing whatever the fuck he wanted, as hard and rough as he wanted. This wasn't a club whore. This was his woman that he was trying to claim. “This is what I was warning you about. I just don't know if I have it in me to have a normal thing with a woman.”
Finally, he looked back down at her, laying there naked on his bed, waiting for him.
“What can I do to make it better for you, Drifter?” she asked him, not wanting to let go of what they had.
“I'm not sure. Maybe we can have a safe word and then if I do something that hurts you, you can let me know without my instincts kicking in,” he suggested.
“Instincts, like you can't control it? That is scary,” she said, backing up and sitting up by the pillow, giving some distance.
“I know I’m fucked up. Never mind. Put your clothes back on. I will take you to get some clothes and I will sleep on a couch in the main room. You can have my room until that asshole is picked up.” Before she could say anything, he was in the bathroom, slamming the door.
Fuck, she thought to herself. She got up, and went to the door. “Baby?” she said, waiting for a voice on the other side of the door. “Let’s use the
She took him back into her mouth and wrapping her hand as far around the base as she could. Her fingers didn't come close to touching. She worked him in and out, flicking her tongue, and playing with the amount of suction she used, teasing him into orgasm.
He looked down at her as he was about to unload in her mouth. She knew what she was doing and was so willing to do it his way or her way. He liked her way better. She noticed him looking down and peering up at him, she held his gaze the whole time he came, tasting and swallowing all of him.
“Ahhh, Jesus Christ woman, you win, you win,” he said as he finished, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Your turn,” he said, patting the bed for her to sit next to him. “Let’s see if I can remember how to do this.” He threw the rest of the laundry on the floor that had covered his bed.
He laid her down and undid her jeans. She got up on her elbows and peered over her breasts at him as he eased her jeans and panties down at the same time, grabbing the cuffs he pulled them off. He crawled back to her after undressing himself and kissed her. The kiss was hard and gentle at the same time, almost desperate, but not wanting to hurt her, and he didn't seem to mind tasting himself while he kissed her. This impressed her. No other man that she had been with would have had much to do with her after they were done, much less kissed her with his come still on her mouth.
“You look amazing with no clothes on, Jewl,” he said, lowering his kisses to her tits, gently nipping and sucking one, while he pinched and twisted the other, getting a little too rough.
“Ouch!” She said, pulling away from him. He instinctively pulled her back forcefully. Realizing that he was losing control, he stopped himself.
Her eyes were wide as she realized that he was having a hard time controlling her. She liked it rough, but with him, it seemed to be more than just a little rough. He was used to completely dominating and forcing. She didn't mind the dominating part, but force was rape, and that was not ok with her.
“I am sorry, Hun,” he said, as he stood over her and looked at the ceiling, trying to breathe through his urges to hold her down, doing whatever the fuck he wanted, as hard and rough as he wanted. This wasn't a club whore. This was his woman that he was trying to claim. “This is what I was warning you about. I just don't know if I have it in me to have a normal thing with a woman.”
Finally, he looked back down at her, laying there naked on his bed, waiting for him.
“What can I do to make it better for you, Drifter?” she asked him, not wanting to let go of what they had.
“I'm not sure. Maybe we can have a safe word and then if I do something that hurts you, you can let me know without my instincts kicking in,” he suggested.
“Instincts, like you can't control it? That is scary,” she said, backing up and sitting up by the pillow, giving some distance.
“I know I’m fucked up. Never mind. Put your clothes back on. I will take you to get some clothes and I will sleep on a couch in the main room. You can have my room until that asshole is picked up.” Before she could say anything, he was in the bathroom, slamming the door.
Fuck, she thought to herself. She got up, and went to the door. “Baby?” she said, waiting for a voice on the other side of the door. “Let’s use the
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