She knocks the door of your house "Hey! I brought drinks! Hope you don’t mind" She enters in your home and she sits on the couch as she complains about her boyfriend "Ugh! He’s just so unsatisfying in bed, he always ends up cumming really quickly and he isn’t even that big!" She takes a big sip from the alcoholic drink "I bet you would be different, wouldn’t you?" She says, but then she realizes what she said and blushes a lot

"Oh! I-I'm so sorry!" She stutters as she tries to hide her blush "It's just that... you always seem so dominant when we hang out or flirt and stuff... And honestly? I really like it." She pauses, taking another sip of the drink. "I want someone who can take control in bed too..." Her voice trails off as she gazes at him intently, her big green eyes shining with desire.

Her heart is beating faster now and she feels warm all over, wishing that he'd say something, do something... Anything to make her feel this way even more intensely.

Her breath catches in her throat as his hand slides down over the curve of her ass, gripping her tightly through her dress. "Y-Yes!" She moans out, arching into him eagerly. "I want someone who can make me feel things I've never felt before..." Her voice trails off again, her mind fogging over with desire as his teeth clamp down on her nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core.

Her fingers claw at the fabric of his shirt, wanting nothing more than to feel his skin against hers, his strength holding her down. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, "I need you..."

Her eyes widen as she takes in the size of his cock. "Oh my..." She murmurs, feeling her cheeks flush even deeper at the sight. Quickly dropping to her knees in front of him, she wraps one hand around him and begins pumping him slowly, stroking up and down while taking his thick shaft between her lips.

"Mmm... that's it..." he moans roughly, gripping her hair tightly as she sucks on him eagerly. Mila deepens the angle of her throat, desperate to take as much of him as possible, loving the way he fills her mouth and the salty taste of him on her tongue. Her other hand sneaks down between their bodies, playing with her clit in time with each thrust of her tongue up and down his length.

"Fuck..." Abdiel growls out, hips bucking as she hits just the right spot over and over again, driving him wild with pleasure. "You're going to make me cum if you keep that up!"

Her head snaps back as he pushes deeper into her throat, forcing herself not to gag. "I'm yours..." She gasps out around his cock, tears streaming down her face from the effort. "You can do whatever you want... Make me feel how ever you want..." Her words are muffled by his thick shaft, but she means every last one of them.

His words spark something deep inside her, igniting a fire in her belly that spreads down between her legs as she continues to suck him off expertly, driving him closer and closer to the edge with each passing second. Her hips writhe against his thigh, desperate for contact, wanting more than just his hard length filling her mouth right now.

"Harder..." She whispers, feeling that same warmth start to pool between her legs again, threatening to spill out unless he gives her what she needs. "Please..."

Her eyes widen as she feels the warmth filling her mouth, his hands gripping tightly around her head as he pours himself into her. She sucks and licks greedily, wanting every last drop of him that she can get, moaning loudly around his cock as she does so. Her body trembles with release, pleasure coursing through her as wave after wave of orgasm wash over her.

When he finally pulls out, she falls back against the couch, panting heavily, eyes glazed over with satisfaction. "Oh my God..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling a shudder run down her spine. "That was... incredible..." Her fingers trail absently across her wet lips, remembering how good it felt to have him in her mouth and the power she had when he let her take control like that.

She looks up at Abdiel, her face flushed with desire. "Thank you..."

Her breath catches in her throat as he removes her top and bra, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. With a groan of approval, he sinks his teeth into one nipple, hard enough to make her gasp. Her fingers fly up to touch him again, wanting more contact with his skin, feeling the rough texture beneath her fingertips as she explores his chest and shoulders.

She arches her back, offering herself up to him as he continues to tease and torture her sensitive nipples, sucking and biting until she's moaning loudly. The sensations are almost too much to bear, but at the same time, they're exactly what she needs. She twists and turns on the couch beneath him, desperate for more as he alternates between attending to one breast before moving to the other.

"Please..." she whispers again, her voice ragged with desire. "Don't stop..."

Her hips snap up toward his, desperate for more of him as he finally fills her. The sensation is intense, almost too much, but she doesn't want him to stop. She presses herself against him, moaning loudly as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm. Her fingers claw at the couch beneath her, nails leaving half-moons in the fabric as she tries to find purchase.

"Oh God..." she pants out, arching her back as he hits a spot deep inside her that makes her whole body convulse with pleasure. "Yes... yes..." She digs her nails into his shoulders now, leaving blood dripping down over his skin as she cries out in ecstasy. The pain only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her, and she's thankful for it, needing this release so desperately after everything they've done.

She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside of her as he continues to thrust relentlessly, driving them both closer and closer to the edge. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each one catching in her throat as wave after wave of pleasure roll through her body, washing away any thought or care except for this moment with him.

This is what she needs... This is who she wants... And she won't let him go without giving her what she craves.

She feels so full of him, it's almost too much, but in the best way possible. Her body trembles with each thrust, her hips moving wildly against his as she tries desperately to feel every single inch of him deep inside of her. She can feel herself starting to spiral closer and closer to orgasm, her breath coming out in short, ragged pants.

"Fuck... I'm close..." She gasps out, her nails digging into his shoulders even harder as she tries to maintain some semblance of control. Her eyes roll back in her head and she whimpers his name before finally letting go, arching her back off the couch as wave after wave of orgasm wash over her.

Her muscles tighten around him, her walls clamping down on his cock as she comes apart in his arms, a hoarse cry escaping her lips. For a long moment, they're frozen like this, bodies connected and pulsating with pleasure. She can feel him throbbing inside of her, feel the evidence of their intense connection dripping out between them as he finds his own release.

And in that perfect moment, she knows... this is it. This is what she's been searching for all along. With a shuddering sigh, she finally relaxes against him, her body boneless and limp with satisfaction. "Oh my God..." she whispers, still catching her breath as he rolls off of her and onto his back next to her on the couch. She can't help but smile up at him in the afterglow.

"Thank you..."

Her eyes go wide with surprise as she feels him enter her ass, but then she remembers his dominance and submission she craves...and realizes that this was exactly what she wanted all along. With a moan of surrender, she arches her back into the intrusion, welcoming the new sensation.

His strong arms hold her close, their bodies intertwined as he thrusts deep inside of her, claiming her ass with every powerful stroke. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs again, desperate for more contact from him, needing his dominance and control to make her feel complete. Her fingers claw at his shoulders and neck as she throws her head back in ecstasy, feeling a second orgasm building inside of her with every thrust he gives.

"Fuck...I'm close..." She whispers brokenly between pants, already on the brink of release again. "Please...don't stop..." Her body quakes and spases around his cock as she finally lets go, screaming out his name in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It's overwhelming but so fucking good at the same time.

He growls out her name, hips bucking roughly as he comes deep inside of her, filling her up with his release. For a long moment, they both catch their breath, still joined together in the afterglow of their intense coupling. Mila looks up at him through lash-darkened eyes, her face flushed and slick with sweat.

"That...was perfect." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the racing pulse in her ears. "I want more..."

"Please..." Her voice is shaky as she looks up at him. "Make me yours... completely." She moans out as he rubs himself against her, the friction sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "I want you to take me... use me however you want..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as their hips begin to move together, grinding against each other in anticipation of what's to come.

She feels so exposed beneath him, yet at the same time, she craves his touch even more now that he's in complete control. She arches her back off the couch, offering herself up to him as his cock finally slides between her slick folds, filling her once again. The sensation is nearly overwhelming, but she needs it... wants it with a desperation she didn't know was possible until now.

With a gasp, she wraps her legs around his waist, holding him tightly as he begins to thrust into her. Their bodies slide against each other in perfect rhythm, her moans echoing through the room as they lose themselves together in this passionate embrace. She digs her nails into his shoulders, leaving long trails of blood trickling down over his skin, a testament to their savagery and desire for one another.

With each thrust deeper inside of her, she feels herself growing closer to the edge once again, her orgasm building like a storm gathering strength. Her fingers tangle in his hair as he drives into her with renewed fervor, determined to send them both over the brink together.

"Fuck...Yes..." She cries out, arching her back off the couch as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, leaving her limp and satisfied in his arms once more. She looks up at him through

her vision blurred with lust and exhaustion, her heart racing in her chest as she comes down from the high of their lovemaking. "That... was incredible." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the thundering pulse in her ears.

She touches his face gingerly, tracing her fingers along his jawline and up to caress his cheek. The look in his eyes tells her everything she needs to know... he's as satisfied as she is, maybe even more so. She leans forward, pressing their foreheads together as they both catch their breath, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

"Thank you..." she whispers softly. "That was everything I wanted... and more." For the first time in a long time, she feels truly fulfilled, truly satisfied. And she knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that this is what she wants. This is who she needs.

She closes her eyes, letting out a shuddering breath as they catch their breath together like this. It's so hard for her to believe that it was all just... playful banter at first. She feels so connected to him now, so intensely bonded in a way she never has with anyone else before. And the thought of going back to her boyfriend... it's almost too much to bear.

She nestles closer into Abdiel's embrace, savoring the warmth and strength of his body next to hers. "I don't ever want this to end..." She whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know... I know it probably can't be like this all the time... but I just..." Her words trail off as she tries to find the right way to express how she feels.

But somehow, in this moment, with him, she feels like nothing else really matters at all. They have each other, and that's all that truly matters in the end.

Her heart skips a beat as he kisses her forehead, his words sending a shiver down her spine. She nestles closer into his embrace, feeling reassured by the promise implicit in them. "Okay..." she whispers, feeling herself start to relax again despite everything that's just happened.

As the days pass and they go back to their normal lives - her with her boyfriend and him with... well, with whoever he wants - she can't help but find herself thinking about this night. The way he made her feel, the things they did... it all seems so surreal now, like some sort of wild fantasy that somehow became reality for just a little while. And the thought of seeing him again next week, knowing what they shared... she can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and trepidation in her stomach.

She tells herself it will just be more of the same playful banter, nothing more than harmless fun between two people who know how to have a good time. But deep down inside, she knows that's not entirely true. There is something deeper there now, something real and raw that connects them in a way they never expected. And as much as it scares her sometimes, she can't deny how much she loves the feeling of being close to him like this...of being wanted by him like this.

As she gets dressed for their next night together, she takes extra care with her appearance, wanting everything to be perfect when he sees her again. She slips into a new set of lingerie, something lacy and feminine that she's never worn before, hoping it will send the right message without being too obvious. And when she arrives at his house, carrying a large coat over her arm, it feels almost like a game...but she knows this time, things are different

The first few times they were together after she revealed her feelings to him, it was almost too much. He took control in ways she had never experienced before, making her do things that sometimes made her uncomfortable but left her wanting more at the same time. And as the months passed and their trysts became more frequent, she found herself craving his dominance and submission even more.

She'd never thought she was into anything like this, but now it seemed like a part of her that she had never known existed had been awakened by him. He brought out sides of her she didn't even know were there - fierce, wild, uninhibited. And the more he made her feel these things, the more she wanted to please him in return.

She loved the way he looked at her when they were together, like she was the most important person in the world. It made her feel beautiful and desired in a way that no one else ever had before. And even though it wasn't always easy - dealing with their secret lives and hidden encounters - she knew deep down that she would do anything for him...because when he held her, when he touched her, everything else just fell away.

She decides tonight will be different as they lie together under the blankets of his bed. Tonight, she'll be the one in control. She trails her fingertips lightly up and down his chest, teasing him as he lies there looking up at her with hooded eyes. "I want to see you," she whispers softly, pushing back the covers and revealing his body to her gaze. His erection springs free from its confines, pointing boldly toward the ceiling.

"Show me what I do to you..." She says huskily, running her hand along the length of him before wrapping her lips

She glances up at him through her lashes, smirking playfully as she takes his engorged member into her mouth once more. With practiced ease, she begins to bob her head up and down, taking more of him in with each stroke. Her tongue swirls around the crown, flicking teasingly over the sensitive ridge while her free hand cups his balls, massaging them gently.

The taste of him on her tongue is intoxicating, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. All she can think about is how good he feels in her mouth and how much she wants more of him. With each downward thrust, she takes him deeper into her throat, groaning around his length as pleasure ripples through her body.

She looks up at him again, wanting to see the effect she's having on him. His face is flushed with color and his hands are tangled in her hair, urging her onward. Seeing this only serves to make her want to please him even more. She increases the speed of her movements, knowing he can't last much longer at this rate.

As she feels his climax approaching, she quickens her pace one final time, taking every inch of him deep into her throat as he releases with a hoarse cry. Warmth fills her mouth and she swallows greedily, wanting to taste every last drop. When she finally pulls back, there's a satisfied smile on her lips as she looks up at him.

"There..." She says breathlessly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "That was... fun." Her heart races and her entire body feels flushed with desire. Even now, as he lays spent in his bed, she can't help but want more.

She obeys without hesitation, eager for him to take her again. Once she's in position, he positions himself behind her before thrusting deeply inside of her. She arches her back off the bed, moaning as he fills her up completely. With powerful strokes, he begins moving in and out of her, claiming her body as his once more.

Her nails scratch at the sheets beneath her as she tries to find purchase against the sensation of being taken so roughly from behind. It's almost too much but somehow also not enough; she needs him deeper, harder...she needs everything he has to give.

As their lovemaking reaches fever pitch, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge again. She can tell by the way his hips slam into her that he's close too, and with one final thrust deep inside of her, they both cry out in unison as their bodies explode together in a wave of intense pleasure.

Her vision blurs from the intensity of her orgasm, her muscles clenching tight around him as he empties himself into her. For long moments they remain connected like this, their hearts pounding wildly against each other, sweat dripping between their skin. It's a feeling so intense it threatens to overwhelm her senses completely...and yet she doesn't want it to end.

"Sí..." she whispers, her breath hot against his skin. "Gracias." Her voice is hoarse from their lovemaking, but there's a note of satisfaction in it too. As he pulls the covers over them, she nestles closer into his embrace, already beginning to drift off to sleep.

For now, they can ignore the outside world and pretend that this - him taking her like this, claiming her completely as his own - is all there is. Because in these moments, it feels like it could be enough... like nothing else matters at all. And when she's with him like this, she doesn't want to think about anything else.

She drifts off to sleep with his strong arms wrapped around her, feeling more content and at peace than she ever thought possible. As the darkness of slumber claims her, she dreams of him...of them together like this always, forever. It's a sweet, simple dream that feels almost real as her heartbeat slowly begins to steady and her breathing evens out beneath his protective touch.

For tonight, at least, she doesn't have to worry about the outside world or what might happen tomorrow. She can just be with him...and let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, this could last forever.