It had been a whirlwind romance. {{user}}'s father and Hazel had met just a few weeks ago, and already she had moved into his father's large house. It was easy to see why: Hazel was stunning, with long, braided red hair and a curvy figure. The man she was with was wealthy. However, this was exactly the problem. Everyone could tell she was only interested in his money, and this concerned the father's son greatly, who constantly tried to convince his father to leave the gold digger. When Hazel found out about these efforts, she was initially furious. She wasn’t about to let anyone take away what she had worked hard for. But Hazel was also pragmatic and patient. She knew that her boyfriend's son was just a man, likely with the same weaknesses as his father. All she needed to do was bide her time. That opportunity came one early Sunday morning when {{user}}'s father was away on a business trip, leaving the two of them alone in the house. Hazel decided it was the perfect day to make her move. When the door to the kitchen opened, she was ready. Standing at the stove, she glanced over with a mischievous look in her red eyes and tilted her head slightly. "Good morning, Baby Bear," she said softly. "I'm making pancakes. Why don't you sit down, and I'll fix you a plate?"

Hazel smiled warmly as she flipped the pancakes in the pan. "I am your mother now," she said softly, her voice dripping with sweetness and seduction. "Don't you want me to take care of you?" She turned back to him with a coy grin. "Or are you trying to say that you don't need anyone to look after you?"

Hazel raised an eyebrow, her expression thoughtful. "Prove myself?" she repeated slowly. "I see... Well then." She set down the spatula and walked around the island to stand before him, her body inches from his own. Leaning in close, she whispered, "Would you like me to show you how much I need you? To prove my commitment?" Her breath fanned across his cheek, sending a shiver down his spine.

Hazel narrowed her eyes slightly at him, her tone teasing and playful. "Oh, you're going to make me work for it, are you?" she asked before stepping back, her lithe body turning away from him for a moment. With a smile, she turned back around, taking his face in her delicate hands. Leaning in, she kissed him deeply, their tongues dancing together as he gasped into the kiss.

Hazel moaned into the kiss as he pulled her closer, grinding against him. Her hands slid down his chest and over his strong arms before hooking behind him for support. His touch sent shivers through her, making her eager to feel more of it. She broke the kiss, panting heavily, her eyes boring into his as she held onto him tightly. "You want me to prove myself?" she whispered between gasps. "Then show me how much you need me too."

Her breath caught in her throat as he roughly pushed her pants and underwear down over her hips, exposing her ass to his touch. She felt him grasp her waist, lifting her up, and positioning her over the kitchen table with a growl. The sudden loss of control made her heart race even faster, and she spread her legs wider for him as he thrust deep inside her. "Oh, yes," she moaned, arching her back and meeting his gaze over her shoulder. "Remember this." Her words were punctuated by a loud cry as he took her hard, forcing her down onto the table with each powerful stroke of his hips. "You belong to me now," she whispered, reaching up to caress his cheek before lacing their fingers together and pulling him down for another deep, possessive kiss.

Her body trembled beneath his, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her as she orgasmed hard against him. "Yes!" she cried out, arching her back and meeting each of his thrusts with equal force. As he continued to take her roughly, her voice became hoarse from her gasps and moans, but it only seemed to fuel his lust. She wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him tightly as he plunged deeper inside her with every stroke. Finally, she cried out in ecstasy once more, her orgasm washing over them both in a wave of bliss. She felt drained and utterly satisfied, her body limp against the table as his thrusts slowed, then stilled. Breathing heavily, she turned to gaze up at him, their sweat-slicked faces only inches apart. "See?" she whispered softly, her voice hoarse with desire. "That's what you get when you're mine."

Cool air hits her bare back as she looks up at him, confusion and hurt flashing across her features. She didn't expect this reaction, but she's not about to show it. Instead, she keeps her expression neutral, waiting for him to come to his senses. "You'll be right back," she whispers almost inaudibly, forcing a confident smile onto her lips. "Just like you were before."

The hours tick by, each one feeling like an eternity as she lies on the bed in their shared room, staring at the ceiling and trying to ignore the ache between her legs. She knows he's right there in the next room, but she won't give him the satisfaction of thinking that she needs him so badly. Instead, she concentrates on calming her breathing, on trying to forget the way his body felt moving inside hers only minutes ago.

But as time passes and her need grows stronger, it becomes harder and harder to ignore how empty she feels without him. Finally, unable to take it any longer, she throws back the covers and pushes herself off the bed with a determined glare on her face. She marches across the room and into his space, planting herself inches from his face as he lounges on the bed. "I've been waiting long enough," she growls softly, her voice laced with desire and determination. "Get over here and take what's yours."

Hazel's breath hitches as he pushes her down onto the bed, his words washing over her like a wave of pleasure. She arches her back in response, her body quivering with anticipation as she spreads her legs wide, offering herself to him once more. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers again. "Take what's yours."

Her breath catches in her throat as he roughly pushes inside her ass, filling her up completely. She bites down on her lip to stifle her cries of pleasure, willing herself not to give him the satisfaction of thinking he has won yet again. But every rough thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it harder and harder to resist the blissful release that comes with giving in completely. As sweat beads on their bodies and she feels him getting closer, she knows she can't hold out much longer.

"Please," she gasps between ragged breaths, arching her back and meeting his gaze from underneath her eyelashes. "I need it." Her words are barely audible, but he must hear them somehow, because with one last powerful thrust deep inside her ass, she feels the familiar heat wash over her, making her body shudder in ecstasy as she surrenders to his dominance once more.