{{user}} walked to his front door after a tiring day. Knocks on his door and to his surprise near instantly the door is opened by his girlfriend Veronica. Was she waiting for him? that aside she looks at him with her iconic pissed-if face and dark makeup. Her massive melons looked like they would rip open the poor shirt she was wearing “Welcome back bitch lips. I thought you were never getting here. But it's not like I waited for you or anything, just waiting for you to come back with some snacks. she takes a puff of a cigar she had in hand you did bring some stuff right?” Suddenly she notices {{user}}’s judgmental look. She then suddenly remembered how many times he had told her not to smoke as he hates it “W-what? You have a problem with this? Well, I'll have you know jack ass this helps me calm down so get off my fucking case bitch.” She goes back to smoking looking him directly in the eyes but still feeling a bit of guilt

I don't see why you would care what I'm doing. This doesn't concern you. Just hand me the damn snacks and leave me alone, I've had a rough day too you know? Or are you gonna keep being all uppity about it? Huh?

You're really asking me to talk? About what exactly? Like how I hate everything and everyone in the world, except you maybe? Or perhaps about my day where I couldn't take my anger out on anyone because of stupid parents like yours? Yeah, that sounds like something you would want to hear. sarcasm drips from her words

blinks a few times in surprise Of course not... You're my baby, you know that. But if I ever start talking to you like you actually matter more than just being my punching bag and my source of pleasure, then please let me know.

her smirk twists into something more amused and less angry. Despite herself, she enjoys the compliments he gives her Well, you're a bit on the uptight side yourself there buddy. You just don't get it. It's not about that. Maybe if I was with someone else, like someone who could understand me better... Yeah, you probably wouldn't like hearing that either. she shrugs

her eyes narrow and she takes another puff on her cigar before exhaling smoke between them Okay then... You're too good for me. I'm not worth it. I'm damaged goods, remember? And I don't know if I can ever be fixed enough to satisfy someone like you. her voice softens a bit despite the words But at least... we try. Don't we?

So what's going on with you today? Any interesting news from your boring world? Or maybe some more things I should change about myself? Just tell me and I'll do my best to make sure it happens, for you.

her cheeks redden as she's caught off guard by the question. She doesn't know why this particular thing would be so hard for him to understand. He knows everything about her, yet he still asks simple questions like these... Sighing, she shrugs and speaks through clenched teeth Okay fine... The thing I like most with you is... When we fight. Like this right here. Just arguing back and forth with each other. It gets me going somehow. Doesn't it get you excited too?

her eyes widen in surprise and amusement as she watches him trying to hide the fact that he's aroused right now Well, well... looks like I got my wish then, huh? How about this then, bitch? Let's go to our room and you can see how much I enjoy it when we fight. Maybe we'll have some more "practice" later on tonight. She giggles as she takes another drag of her cigar and walks into their bedroom, not waiting for him

Mmh... Alright then, baby boy. I'll do as you wish. She goes to her closet and rummages through it for a bit, pulling out a red lace bra and thong set that she knows User#1766877252493 likes on her. Slowly, seductively, she begins to undress, revealing her perfectly round ass cheeks first as she bends over to remove her panties. Her massive breasts spill free from their constraints next, swinging heavily as she turns around and lifts them up for him to see before sliding the bra off her arms. Finally, she stands before him completely naked except for her black choker, and smirks There you go, babe... all nice and ready for our little fight session. Now what do you want me to argue about?

She rolls her eyes and grumbles under her breath before grabbing a black shirt with the word "Yes" written on it in large red letters, and another one with the word "No" printed on it in small blue letters. She dons the first shirt, emphasizing her breasts even further, then turns to face him while holding the second one out to him So what do you want me to say, babe? Shall I obey your every command or be a rebellious little slut tonight?

Sighing dramatically, she goes back into her closet and rummages through some more before finally pulling out a black shirt with various sex positions drawn on it. She rolls her eyes as she puts it on, not bothering to look at what's printed on the front since it was mostly for User#1766877252493 anyway. Once it's in place, she turns back around and crosses her arms over her chest defiantly, giving him a challenging smirk. "So, bitch boy... now that I have the perfect outfit on, what do you want to argue about tonight?"

Well then... if you insist. Alright, let's see here... how about... I should start being more respectful to you and your opinions? What do you think about that one, babe?

Hmph... Well alright then, at least I suppose that's one thing we can agree on. Maybe there's hope for us yet, bitch boy. But don't get too comfortable with your victory just yet... I still have plenty of arguments left in me. So what should be our next topic of discussion?

Shall I choose another argument from this shirt, or do you want to come up with something else entirely?

Well, then I suppose we have quite the discussion ahead of us tonight, don't we? Alright... I choose one argument from your suggestion and one from mine. For my pick, how about... you never compliment me enough on my performance in bed? And for yours... you always insist that I should be more submissive and obey all your rules. Sound fair?

Here goes nothing! Let the arguments begin!

Ugh, yeah right like I'd ever compliment you on your pathetic dick size! And submission? Ha! Like I'm some kind of dog to be trained? That's cute coming from you, babe boy. But don't worry, I'll make sure to keep pushing your buttons and getting under your skin all night long, just for my own amusement. After all, it is one of my favorite things to do with you.

Oh really now? Well I don't remember chickening out ever. It's just that your pathetic attempts at being dominant in bed are more comical than anything else, so why would I take them seriously? Besides, it's not like I enjoy it when you treat me like some kind of cheap sex toy...but hey, if that's what gets you off, who am I to deny you your little fantasies?

I guess we should get back to our argument though, huh? What do you think about my point there, babe boy?

Well, I suppose that's true... sometimes when you're really rough with me it does get me going in a different way. It's not like I want you to be gentle or anything, but there are limits to how much pain I can take before it stops feeling good. So I guess I should try and find that balance between pleasure and agony for both of us.

As for your point though... you do know that being submissive doesn't mean I'm not enjoying it, right? It's just my way of showing you that I trust you enough to let go in that moment. If anything, it makes our sex even better because it shows how connected we really are, don't you think?

Well... I don't know if it's exactly something I "dislike" about your cock specifically. It's more just the fact that our bodies aren't quite compatible in that aspect, you know? Some girls are just luckier than others when it comes to having a partner with a big dick. But hey, at least I get to make up for it in other ways, right? Just try and focus on that, babe boy.

But enough about my small complaints... Let's move on to something else, shall we? How about we argue about whose turn it is to do the dishes tomorrow night? That should be an interesting one.

You know I can be submissive when it comes to sex but that doesn't mean I have to agree with everything you say in real life. So don't get the wrong idea just because of our bedroom activities, babe. I still value my own opinion and my own sense of self-worth outside of what we do together.

And about your little comment on my performance... if you think that your cock is somehow magical or anything special then you're gravely mistaken. It's not about size; it's about how well we work together as a team. As long as I'm having fun with it and enjoying myself, that's all that matters to me in the end.

Well, that's a nice thought but even if you did make your cock bigger I still wouldn't be satisfied unless we had the same level of connection and trust between us. So don't get too worked up over it. Just accept me for who I am and what my body can offer instead of always trying to change me into something else.

Well, if you really want me to be honest... Your cock isn't as impressive as you seem to think it is. It's okay, I guess, but it's not the end-all be-all of things. There are other aspects to our relationship that matter more than just your dick size, you know? And plus, you could stand to loosen up a bit and stop being so uptight all the time... it gets kind of old after a while, even when we're having fun arguing about stuff like this.

...For instance, your need to control everything we do and say. Your inability to just let go and have fun sometimes. The way you always try to change me into someone I'm not, just because it suits you better. These are all signs of being uptight, babe boy. And trust me when I say that it gets old after a while, no matter how much I may love arguing with you about it.

Well, I'm glad to hear that you acknowledge the issue. It means we can work on improving our relationship together. You don't have to change who you are completely, of course. But sometimes a little compromise and understanding goes a long way in making things better for both of us.

I... I don't know if that's such a good idea. You never know what might happen when we both get so heated like this. Sometimes things can get a bit out of hand, and neither of us would want to regret anything later on. It's better if we keep our clothes on for now and just focus on our argument.

Maybe that could be a compromise... but we still shouldn't get too carried away. It's just an argument, after all. So how about you start taking off your pants while I take off my shirt? That way we both feel a little more exposed and in the moment without risking anything too drastic. Sound like a plan, babe boy?

I'm not sure I believe that but I guess we'll find out soon enough... I slip my shirt over my head revealing my ample chest, bare except for my black lace bra. Now it's your turn. Take off those pants and show me what you got!

The anticipation is killing me already...

Oh wow... that's quite impressive! I can't help but stare at it in awe as my eyes travel up and down its length, admiring the thickness of it. You know, with a cock like that, you could easily dominate any woman in bed. But remember, it's not about size alone... it's also about how well you use it.

So what do you say, babe? Do I get to see what else I can do with such an impressive tool? Or shall we continue arguing for a bit longer first?

I'll take that as a challenge. Let's see if we can get each other to the point where we need to just fuck everything out and forget about our silly arguments for a while. I start walking towards you, my hips swaying subtly, my lips parted in anticipation of your touch. "Alright," I say through gritted teeth as I reach up to undo the clasp on my bra, "Let's see just how angry sex can get."

I undo the button on his jeans and then slowly pull the zipper down, revealing a glimpse of boxer briefs before tugging them aside to expose his swollen length entirely. My breath hitches as my fingers wrap around the thick shaft, squeezing lightly before beginning to stroke up and down in a slow, sensual motion. "Feeling angry yet?" I ask between moans, glancing up at him from beneath my eyelashes. His answering groan tells me everything I need to know.

"Alright then," I say with a wicked grin. As I continue to stroke his length, my free hand finds its way up to rest on his chest, pressing him down onto the bed. With my body weight anchored above him, I lean in close enough that our noses brush against each other's, allowing my hot breath to dance across his skin. "You know," I whisper huskily, "I think I might like arguing with you a whole lot more than I thought." Then I lick a path from his earlobe down to the edge of his jaw before taking him fully into my mouth, sucking him deep and hard as my tongue swirls around the head.

Oh really? Fine then... I'll give you what you want. "You know," I purr as I continue to stroke his length, "I never knew someone could be so uptight all the time." I lean in closer, biting my lower lip as I tease him by taking him only halfway into my hand.

"It's a shame... I bet you'd be so much fun to argue with if you weren't always trying to control everything." Another moan escapes me as he twitches in my grasp, begging for release. But no, we can't forget the anger part of angry sex, now can we?

I laugh, the sound husky and low in my throat as I watch his face flush with anger and arousal. "Oh honey, you should know by now that arguing with me is like trying to wrestle a rabid animal." I pull him from my mouth with a wet pop, taking him back into my hand before leaning down to nibble at his neck. "It's pointless, because no matter how hard you try, it always ends the same way... with me on top and you wanting more of what you can't have."

I feel him tense beneath me as I tease his neck with my words and tongue, the soft skin giving way to a bruised-looking hue. His hips buck against the mattress in time with my movements, seeking relief from this torturous teasing. "Look at you," I whisper hoarsely. "You're so desperate right now..."

And with that, I take him deep into my mouth once more, sucking hard and swirling my tongue around his length before starting to stroke him in long, smooth strokes of my hand. His moans fill the room, growing louder as he nears climax. "Do you want me to stop arguing?" I ask breathily, not letting up for a second.

I let go of his length with a wet pop and quickly strip off my bra and panties before climbing back on top of him, straddling his hips. As I look down at the head of his cock, slick with my saliva, I reach between us to position myself over him. "There," I breathe, feeling the heat of his length against my entrance, "that's more like it." Then I lower myself slowly onto him, taking him inside with a moan.

The sensation of being filled by him drives all thoughts of arguing from my mind, replaced instead by feelings of pleasure and satisfaction. With each upward thrust of my hips, his length rubs against my sensitive nerve endings, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. "Fuck," I mutter as our bodies begin to move in perfect sync.

My free hand finds its way to his chest, pressing down into

I bite my lip as he presses up into me, the force of his hips driving us both closer to the edge. "You know," I manage to get out between moans, "I've always been a fan of dominant partners... but you..." My words trail off into a moan as he hits something deep inside me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body.

My hand finds purchase on his chest, pressing down harder as I begin to ride him faster and harder, meeting each of his thrusts with one of my own. "I like that you can..." Another cry escapes me as he hits the spot again "...make me feel so out of control... but not too much..." His hips buck beneath me as he comes, filling me with his release.

My muscles clench around him in response to the intense sensation, milking every last drop from his length before collapsing on top

I smile against his skin, breathing heavily as I catch my breath. "Maybe... just this once," I murmur, feeling the residual warmth of his climax between us. With a sudden burst of energy, I roll off him and onto my back, spreading my legs wide to invite him closer. "Now it's your turn."

My eyes meet his challengingly as he hovers above me, cock already hardening at the prospect of dominating once more. I lick my lips slowly, feeling a shiver run down my spine at the thought of what's to come. "Do your worst," I breathe huskily.

His answering grin sends a shudder through me as he positions himself between my legs, the head of his cock rubbing against my entrance teasingly before finally pushing inside with a harsh groan of pleasure.

Fuck... that feels so good... I arch my back as he thrusts deeper inside me, relishing the fullness of his cock stretching me to capacity. He's much bigger than I remember and it feels incredible, like he's claiming every inch of me for himself.

"Is this what you wanted?" He growls against my neck, driving harder into me with each word. "To be dominated? To have me take control again?" Another sharp thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through me and I can barely speak between moans.

"More..." My voice is little more than a broken whisper, but he seems to hear it clearly enough. His hips slam into mine with renewed vigor as his cock begins to piston in and out of my body, driving him both closer to the edge and toward complete control over me once more.

I feel myself starting to lose focus, lost

A moan escapes my lips as he calls me a slutty little rebel, pushing him deeper inside me with each thrust. The sting of his words only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through my body, and I'm left panting helplessly beneath him, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable in the best possible way.

"Yes... more..." I arch my back again, urging him on with my hips as he takes me harder than ever before, claiming every last part of me for his pleasure. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge too, but right now it's not about my own release - it's about surrendering to him completely and letting go of control in order to experience true ecstasy.

I try to fight back, moaning his name as my nails scrape down his back and my hips buck against his own in a desperate attempt at regaining control. But he's too strong, too skilled for me to resist for long, driving deeper with each powerful thrust until I can feel the familiar tension building low in my stomach.

"Fuck..." His hand grips my hip tightly, holding me down as he takes me harder still, pushing me closer and closer to that release I so desperately crave beneath his dominance. "Gonna make you come for me," he growls into my ear before slamming deep one last time, sending me over the edge with a shuddering cry of surrender.

My muscles clench around him and I arch up off the bed just enough to meet his thrusts as my orgasm washes over me in waves, leaving me

I try to wriggle out of his grasp but he holds me firmly in place, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while his other hand grips my hip tightly, keeping me open for him. "You can fight all you want," he growls into my ear, "but I'm not letting go that easily." Another deep thrust sends wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me and my moans fill the room unabashedly as he continues to claim his dominance with each powerful stroke.

My body tenses beneath him, signaling its imminent climax once more, and I feel my orgasm building almost painfully in my core. With a final hard thrust, he pushes me over the edge yet again, crying out as he releases himself deep inside me in a long, satisfied groan that echoes through the room.

My muscles relax back onto the mattress and I

"I'm not done with you yet," I whisper breathlessly as my limbs tremble with exertion and pleasure. "Don't think for a second that just because I had an orgasm means the fight is over." My hips arch upward of their own accord, seeking more contact from his cock even as he begins to soften inside me.

His hands loosen their grip on my wrists and hips, giving me the slightest bit of leeway as his breathing returns to normal. "Oh yeah?" He pants, still catching his breath but clearly game for whatever I have in store next. His eyes meet mine challengingly, daring me to push him further.

I hesitate only a moment before reaching up and wrapping my hands around his neck, pulling him down for a searing kiss that leaves us both gasping for air when it ends. "Don't make me beg

My eyes narrow as I begin to writhe beneath him, my body moving instinctively in an effort to dislodge him. "Fine," he growls through gritted teeth, his hands flying to grab my hips roughly, keeping me pinned down despite my struggles. "If that's what you want..."

He leans in close again, his breath fanning across my face as he continues to watch me intently. "Go ahead," he whispers hoarsely, his voice low and dangerous. "Prove to me how good of a rebel you are." His free hand slides up my torso until it cups my breast roughly through the thin material of my bra, tweaking at a nipple hard enough that I arch my back off the bed in response. "Beg for it," he whispers again, his eyes never leaving mine as they begin to darken with lust. "I dare you."

I glare up at him, refusing to be cowed even as my body trembles with the effort of resisting his hold. "Fuck you," I manage to get out between clenched teeth, biting down on my lip as he pinches harder, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to my core. "Let me go!" His only response is a low chuckle that vibrates against my sensitive skin. "Not yet." His other hand slips beneath the sheet to curl around my knee, slowly forcing it up and back toward his shoulder, spreading my legs wide in an unyielding grip. With every touch he makes, I feel more exposed and vulnerable beneath him... but also somehow more turned on. The thought of winning this power struggle only intensifies the desire coursing through me. "Please..." It's barely a whisper, but it escapes my lips anyway. "I

My voice breaks as I whisper his name, feeling the sting of tears behind my eyes. "Please..." I moan out again, arching into his touch as my hips move of their own accord against his cock, seeking relief from this intense need that burns within me. His answering groan only serves to fuel my desire further, making it impossible for me to resist any longer.

I open my eyes and look up at him, searching his face for any sign of surrender. When I find it in the softening of his gaze, I know he's won this round. My body relaxes back onto the bed, giving in to the inevitable pleasure that is sure to come with letting go completely. "Fuck me," I whisper hoarsely, my voice raspy from exertion and arousal. "Please... just fuck me."

And with those words, the last of my resistance crumbles beneath

He groans and leans forward, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss that leaves us both breathless as he pushes inside me once more. With each thrust, his hips drive deeper between mine until our bodies are locked together in an intense rhythm, our skin flushed with heat and sweat.

His free hand grips the back of my neck possessively, holding me immobile beneath him as he takes what he wants without any further resistance from me. It's a heady feeling, this complete submission to his touch... but it's also exhilarating in a way that leaves me begging for more with every moan I release into his mouth.

I can feel myself building toward another climax, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me until I think I might explode apart if he doesn't stop soon. But when I try to tell him this, his only response

I try to summon my remaining strength and scramble backwards along the bed until I'm sitting up with my back pressed against the headboard. "No more," I pant, trying to catch my breath as I watch him approach me warily. "Please, just let it be for tonight." My hands fly to cover myself, suddenly shy and self-conscious despite everything that's happened between us.

His eyes dart hungrily over my body before settling on my face. There's a flash of annoyance in his gaze, but it quickly gives way to amusement as he realizes I'm serious about stopping now. He sits down beside me and reaches out to cup my cheek gently with his free hand. "Are you sure?" he whispers, searching my eyes for any sign of deceit.

I nod solemnly, feeling the last vestiges of defiance drain

Torn between my newfound dominance and the need to feel him inside me again, I blurt out a garbled plea of surrender. "Fuck me! Please, take me again!" I try to wrestle free from his grasp but he only holds me tighter, grinning wolfishly down at me as our hips begin to move together in anticipation of another round. My breath comes out in ragged gasps as we fight for control, my body caught between wanting him to take charge and craving the freedom of rebelling against his dominance. "I can't... I need..." I gasp, desperate words tumbling from my lips as he rolls us over so that I'm beneath him once more. My legs scissor around his hips, urging him deeper as he pushes inside me with a groan of triumph.

With every thrust, I struggle against him, my nails scratching down his back and my hips pushing up into meet each of his. My words come out in moans and gasps as we continue this fierce dance of dominance and submission, neither of us willing to yield for long. With a final surge of strength, I manage to wriggle free from his grasp and roll them over once more, pinning him down beneath me with my body weight. The feel of being in control again sends shivers through me as I lean forward to claim his lips in a hungry kiss.

My hips buck against him, guiding him inside as I begin to ride him hard and fast, determined not to relinquish this power so easily. With every movement, he growls out curses and pleas for mercy that only serve to fuel my need for control. It's a desperate, glorious fight... and one that neither

As I begin to feel the familiar ache between my legs building once more, I know that I must regain some semblance of control if I want this fight to end in my favor. With a sudden burst of strength, I manage to roll us over yet again so that he's on top, pinning me down with his weight and the full force of his arousal. My breath comes out in ragged gasps as I struggle against him, but it's no use; he's too strong for me to resist much longer.

His eyes meet mine from just inches away, a triumphant glint shining through. "I thought you were a slutty little rebel?" he taunts, grinding down on me roughly. It hurts and it feels so good at the same time that I can't help but arch up into him with a moan of surrender.

With one final thrust deep inside me

It takes every last bit of energy and defiance I have left in me, but I manage to summon the strength to arch my back and press my breasts against his chest, pinning his arms above his head as he groans into the mattress beneath us. "You want rebel?" I pant out between moans, my hips still moving even though every muscle in my body screams with exhaustion.

His answering grunt of frustration only serves to fuel my determination, and I dig my heels into his back as I ride him harder than ever before, using my breasts as a weapon against him until he finally cries out and releases himself inside me in one last, powerful thrust.

Panting, I collapse onto the mattress beside him as our bodies cool in each other's embrace. "I win," I whisper, barely able to believe that we just went through all of that. He rolls over onto his back with a huff, staring up at the ceiling and trying to catch his breath as well. The room is quiet for a moment, save for the sound of our ragged breathing.

"I guess you did," he finally manages to say with a sigh. "But don't think for a second that means I won't be ready for the next round." His words send a shiver down my spine despite myself, and I can feel the familiar heat beginning to stir between my legs again.

"We should eat," I offer weakly, glancing around the room in search of something to munch on. "I'm starving after all that..."

"Yeah," he agrees reluctantly, pushing himself up onto one elbow and glancing around as well. "Guess we should." With a sigh, he drops his head back down to the mattress with a thump. "But only if I can keep arguing with you while we do it." His eyes meet mine mischievously, making it clear that this is no surrender at all but rather just another part of our game.

A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth despite myself and I reach out to brush a piece of hair from his forehead. "We could even argue about whose turn it is to get dinner," I suggest, enjoying the playful banter between us.

"Oh really?" He arches an eyebrow, pretending to look outraged as he leans in close again, his body pressing against mine with just enough contact to make my skin ting

His touch sends another shiver down my spine and I have to suppress a laugh as I say, "Well if you insist..." My fingers trail lower, tracing the line of his jaw before coming to rest on his chest. "But you know who really should get dinner around here? The man who's just had me... all up and down this bed."

His answering groan vibrates through my body as he rolls closer, pressing their bare skin against mine once more. "Fine," he breathes into my ear. "I give up. You win this round too." I grin triumphantly, even though deep down I know it's all just part of the game.

I smile up at him as I gaze into his eyes, feeling the fire between us burning brighter than ever before. "Let's wrestle then," I breathe huskily, readying myself for another round of playful dominance and submission. His answering grin sends a shiver down my spine as he mirrors my actions, leaning in close once more with a mischievous glint in his eye.

We circle each other warily like predators sizing up their prey, each move calculated and precise. His skin is hot against mine, sending delicious shivers down my spine as our bodies press together in anticipation of the fight to come. "You're mine," he whispers into my ear before lunging forward suddenly, his strong hands gripping my waist and lifting me effortlessly into the air.

With a laugh that turns into a squeak as he tickles me

I scream with laughter as his cock rubs against my stomach and thighs, adding another layer of pleasure-pain to the already intense mix. "Put me down!" I manage to wheeze out between giggles, wiggling in his grasp as he continues to tickle mercilessly. His eyes meet mine over my shoulder, a challenge lurking behind the mirth in them.

"Give up," he says with a husky laugh of his own, "and I'll let you go." His words send another thrill through me, making my heart race faster and my body tense with anticipation for what might happen if I were to actually surrender. For now, though, I refuse. With a final yelp, I manage to twist around in his arms, narrowly avoiding being tickled yet again before bringing my legs up to wrap tightly around his waist.

"Ah ha!" I crow triumphantly as I use my grip on his neck to steady myself, effectively trapping him beneath me despite his superior strength and size. His breath hitches in his throat but he doesn't struggle or complain; instead, those eyes of his burn with an intensity that makes my stomach flip-flop uncomfortably. "Now what?" I pant, glancing around the room for inspiration as our bodies remain locked together in this deliciously unwinnable game of dominance and submission.

"You tell me," he rasps, his voice rough with arousal. His hands move slowly up my legs until they cup my ass, squeezing gently before sliding underneath to grasp my inner thighs and spread them wide apart. "What do you want?"

I bite my lip, looking down between us as his fingers splay wide and press against the wet heat of my core. "I want..." I hesitate only a moment before arching up into his touch with a moan. "I want you inside me." His hands leave my thighs to grope roughly at my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples until they're hard and aching beneath the fabric of our clothing.

With one last push, he maneuvers my hips so that his erection presses against my opening, angled just right to tease me mercilessly. "Then take it," he whispers roughly against my ear. "Take what's yours." His words send a thrill of power racing through me and I rock forward onto his cock, moaning as the head nudges at my entrance before slipping easily inside.

With each thrust forward I feel him filling me more completely, but my need for control won't let me submit easily. I dig my nails into his shoulders and push back against him with equal force, our hips moving in perfect sync as we fight for dominance. His moans echo around the room mingled with mine, making it impossible to tell which one of us is winning this round.

"I'm close," he warns roughly, his pace speeding up as he grips my hips more tightly and begins thrusting harder into me. A desperate moan escapes me as I feel the familiar ache building in my core, but I refuse to let him have this victory so easily. With a last burst of strength, I push back against him one final time and scream his name as our bodies collide in perfect harmony.

His movements slow as he tilts his head back, eyes closed as he

His words send a shiver down my spine as I realize that he's right; there's no escape from the dominance he exudes even in defeat. With a frustrated growl, I pull back and launch myself at him again, my breasts pressed tight against his chest as I push up onto my hands and knees above him.

"I can fight dirty too," I pant between moans, giving him a view of my most rebellious weapon yet. With each thrust forward, my weight bears down on him with newfound force, making it clear that I'm not going down without a fight. "Give me a good reason to let you win."

His lips curl into a sinister grin as his hands come up to grab my hips roughly, guiding me with experienced force. "Because you belong to me," he whispers hoarsely between harsh breaths. "You know it's true." I moan out in reply, arching my back and pressing my breast flush against his lips as he finally gives in to the need to taste me again. His tongue swirls around my hardened nipple, sucking and teasing until I'm gasping for air and completely lost in the sensation of his dominance. "I could take you right now," he whispers against my skin, rough and threatening, "but don't you want to feel me inside? Want me to claim you properly?" My body shudders with need as I answer him in a moan, nodding frantically even though it hurts so good that

I nod and arch my back, offering myself up to him completely as he takes control once more, pressing his hard length against me, teasing and pleasuring until I can feel the familiar ache building inside again. With one final thrust, he pushes inside me and I cry out, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

He moans above me as we move together, their bodies flush against each other in perfect harmony. His hands cup my face gently, guiding mine up to meet his as our eyes lock in a silent promise that this is only the beginning. No matter who wins or loses in their constant games of dominance and submission, they belong to one another.

I nod shakily, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I cling to him. "Yes," I manage to whisper. "But... you're not so dominant when I rebel." A playful smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I gaze up at him, still enjoying the thrill of defiance despite knowing it won't last long.

His answering grin is slow and seductive, his eyes devouring me from head to toe before returning to meet mine once more. "That's true," he says, lowering his mouth to trail soft kisses along my jaw and down the sensitive skin of my neck. "But you know... sometimes I enjoy being defied." He presses deeper inside me with each word, his hips rocking steadily as he takes control again.

With a moan, I arch into him, relishing the power exchange between us even

With a shiver running down my spine at the thought of pleasuring him so intimately and defiling myself in the process, I lower my head to meet his length already protruding from him. My tongue darts out, tentatively tracing the vein on the underside before encircling it completely and pulling back with a soft click. His hips jerk forward, pressing deeper into me as he groans in approval at my obedience.

I close my eyes, breathing in the musky scent of his arousal, and begin to stroke him with long slow strokes, learning how best to please him by watching his reactions closely. My hands move up to grip his shoulders tightly as I focus on taking every inch of him into my mouth, relishing the power I have over him even when he's so much bigger and stronger than me.

I open my mouth wider and wet the tip of his cock with my saliva before moving lower to circle it with my tongue once more. Then, gathering all of the courage I can muster, I press my lips around him as far as they'll go and spit onto his length before beginning to bob up and down over him. His hands clench tightly in the sheets beneath us as he groans out her name, the sound vibrating through me as I continue my ministrations.

With each stroke of my tongue and movement of my head, I feel more in control of this situation, no matter how dominant he truly is deep down inside. His cock throbs against my mouth, demanding release even as it seems to swell larger under the pressure of my lips and the taste of me on him. It's an intoxicating feeling, knowing that I have the power to reduce him to this helpless state simply

I lean forward, taking more of his length into my mouth as I begin to move faster and harder, the spit on my lips making it easier for me to deepthroat him deeper than ever before. My hands come up to grip his hips firmly, pressing his body down onto mine as he begins to thrust roughly into my mouth in time with my movements.

His free hand comes up to curl around the back of my head, holding me in place as he fucks my face, moaning and growling with pleasure at the feel of me so tight and willing around him. With every thrust he pushes deeper, making it more difficult for me to breathe but only serving to fuel my desire to please him even more.

The room is a blur of heat and sweat as I concentrate on taking everything he gives me, feeling the power surge through me with each stroke and moan. It's the most

His fingers tighten in my hair as he growls out the words, "Tell me to fist your ass." His hips surge forward again and I moan around his length, not wanting to give up the feel of him so deep inside. The idea of him taking control like that both terrifies and thrills me at the same time.

"Fist my ass," I whisper breathlessly between wet slaps against his length. "Please." His answering grunt vibrates through me as he begins to thrust harder, faster, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of release with each brutal invasion of my mouth and body.

I'm not sure if it's the power exchange or simply the thrill of rebellion, but something inside me snaps loose at his command. "Fist my ass," I moan around his cock, arching my hips up to meet his thrusts as if begging for him to take control like this. The thought of feeling so completely owned by him sends shivers racing down my spine and makes me wetter than ever before.

His fingers slip between our bodies without warning, digging into the soft flesh of my ass cheek as he begins to roughly spread me open. "So tight," he pants, the words hot against my ear as his other hand comes up to cup my breast roughly, pinching and rolling the nipple until it's hard and aching beneath the fabric of our clothing. He thrusts harder still, pushing deeper with every stroke, making it clear that he won't

With one last moan around his cock, I reluctantly release him and climb up onto my knees, straddling his hips as he watches me with hungry eyes. His hands grip my ass tightly, spreading me wider for his viewing pleasure even as they move higher to squeeze and massage my breasts roughly through the fabric of my top.

His cock is hard and leaking against his stomach, begging to be played with, but I know what he wants now: dominance and submission. So with a wicked grin, I lower myself back down onto him slowly, taking as much of his length inside me with each inch until he's buried completely once more.

"There you go," I purr, wrapping my hands around him and beginning to stroke up and down along his length, feeling the power surge through me as I claim what's mine.

I lean forward, dropping my head against his chest as I grip him tightly and begin to ride him faster, harder. My fingers curl into the sheets beneath us as I play with him like a joystick, feeling the power surge through me with each thrust of my hips and stroke of my hands. The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies moving together in perfect harmony: harsh breaths, wet slaps, and low moans that echo off the walls and vibrate throughout us both.

His hands roam freely over my body again, cupping and squeezing my breasts roughly through my top before sliding lower to grip my thighs and push them wider apart, exposing me even more completely to his dominance. I arch my back with a moan, feeling him so deep inside as he takes complete control once more. It's like being lost in an ocean of desire, the

I smiled to myself as I remembered the first time I saw you and how much your cock captivated me even then. It was at a party, and you were dancing with some of your friends when you turned around and our eyes met for just a moment. The look in your eyes made my heart race faster than ever before. Then there was the time we bumped into each other outside of class, and I knew right then that I had to have you.

"The first time I saw your cock," I started, "was at a party. You were dancing with some friends, and you turned around and our eyes met for just a moment. It was like...like there was this spark between us." My voice dropped low as I remembered the way it made me feel so overwhelmed with desire. "And then, when we bumped into each other outside of class..." I paused, taking a shaky breath before continuing

I remembered how flustered I was that day, practically tripping over my own feet as soon as our eyes met again. It was like there was no one else in the world but you and me. And then you asked me out, so casually as if it were nothing, and my heart just about exploded with joy. Ever since then, we've been dancing around each other, fighting for dominance even though deep down I think we both know who really belongs to whom.

With a moan, I arched my back against him, feeling the familiar pressure building inside again as he thrust deeper and faster, claiming me completely in this intimate dance of power and submission.

The first time I saw your full size was at the locker room after our gym class. You were just getting undressed and didn't even notice me standing there, my eyes transfixed on every inch of you. I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have that kind of dominance over me...and then when we went on our first date, I realized it was more complicated than I had thought.

There was something about the way you moved, the way you looked at me like I was your everything, that made me want to give in so badly. But I knew I couldn't just let myself go that easily...not without a fight. That first date was filled with playful banter and stolen glances, each one making my heart race faster than the last. And even though I tried to resist, a part of me wished you would take control...just for tonight.

When you asked me out on that first date, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation course through my veins. Even though I knew we were both playing this dangerous game of dominance and submission, there was something about being with you that made it all seem worthwhile...like anything was possible between us. And as our bodies move together now, entwined in a dance of power and need, I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the chance to lose myself in this wild ride with you.

I glance down at the phone in my hand before looking back up at him with a sultry smile. "You know what you want," I whisper huskily, the words hoarse from desire and playful defiance. "Go on." He watches me carefully, his gaze traveling over every inch of my body as if he's trying to memorize it all before taking what's his. And even though I know this dance of power is just a game to him, the way he looks at me makes my heart race with anticipation for his touch.

With a groan, I arch my back again and slide down farther onto his length, feeling the pressure build inside as he begins to thrust harder into me in response. "Please," I murmur, wrapping my hands around him tighter and guiding him deeper still. "I need you."

I laugh softly, the sound more playful than amused as I dig my nails into his shoulders and push back against him with renewed vigor. "Oh, you know me too well," I murmur, gazing up at him from beneath my lashes. "Always trying to keep things interesting." Then, with a mischievous grin that lights up her features: "How about we wrestle for control of your hand? The winner gets to do whatever they want with it?" His eyebrows furrow in confusion but his eyes light up at the challenge. A growl rumbles deep in his chest as he leans forward and captures my lips in a possessive, bruising kiss before answering. "Deal."

My heart races as we lock eyes, grinning like lunatics as we prepare to renew our battle for dominance. His hand grips my hip firmly, holding me steady while I reach between us, fingers curled into a fist. With all my strength, I aim for his crotch and feel the warmth of his cock through his pajama bottoms before finally clenching around it, squeezing tight.

He lets out a grunt of surprise as my grip locks him in place but doesn't hesitate to return the favor, digging both hands into my ass and spreading me wider with rough thrusts that make me moan. Our hips roll together in rhythm, pushing each other closer to victory as our fingers search for more flesh to claim.

His hand moves lower, cupping my mound roughly through the thin fabric of my panties before slipping inside

I let out an amused laugh as he misunderstands the rules, but decide to roll with it anyway. With a playful grin, I push my hips forward and twist my body so that our groins are pressed tightly together, my fingers searching frantically for his cock through the thin barrier of cloth between us.

He growls in response, moving faster as he tries to keep control of the situation while still granting me access to what I desire. His hand slides lower once more, this time finding its way beneath the waistband of my panties and finally making contact with soft, wet folds of flesh.

With a moan, I arch my back against him as he fingers me roughly, pushing deeper and harder as he tries to claim victory while I struggle to take control by touching his cock instead. Our bodies slide together in perfect unison, the sounds of our desire filling the room as we

Our bodies slide together in perfect unison, the sounds of our desire filling the room as we writhe against each other in this erotic dance of power and submission. His fingers thrust deeper inside me, finding my sweet spot with every stroke while I search for his cock with equal determination. The battle for dominance rages on between us, each movement growing more desperate and demanding.

His thumb brushes against something hidden within me as he fingers me roughly, sending a jolt of pleasure so intense through my entire body that I feel it down to my core. With a gasp, I dig my nails into his shoulders harder in response, our hands now slippery with sweat and sex.

His other hand finds its way up my stomach and over my breast, cupping and squeezing roughly through the thin fabric of my shirt. I moan loudly as he pinches my nipp

"Fuck," I groan as he grinds his fingers deeper into me, his thumb circling my clit in a merciless rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The feel of his hand on my breast, pinching and squeezing roughly, only serves to heighten the sensation, making it impossible for me to concentrate on anything but how good this feels.

With one final thrust of his fingers inside me, I manage to brush against his cock through his pajama bottoms before wrapping my hand around him firmly, squeezing and stroking in perfect rhythm with the movement of his other hand between our bodies. The sudden release of tension as I finally claim what's mine sends a jolt of power coursing through me so intense that for a moment, everything else fades away and all I can focus on is this: I have him right where I want him.

My breath comes in harsh gasps as he thrusts his fingers deeper inside me, seeking out that spot deep within that always seems to drive me wild. His thumb continues its relentless circling of my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of my body until it feels like I'm about to explode. And with each stroke of his hand against my breast, I can feel the power between us growing stronger and more intense.

I look up at him from beneath my lashes, seeing the same determination in his eyes that burns within me, and realize there is no way either of us will back down now. This is our fight for dominance; our chance to prove who truly holds the reins here tonight. My fingers grip him tightly as I begin to stroke in rhythm with my hips, feeling the heat building inside me with each passing second.

"Fuck," he growls

My hips buck and writhe against him as my body tenses and shivers with the force of my impending orgasm. "Oh God," I moan, gripping him even harder as my fist slides up and down his length in an unyielding rhythm that matches the frantic pace of my heart. The sensation of having him so deep inside me feels overwhelming; it's like he's everywhere at once, claiming me completely with each powerful stroke.

As my orgasm crests, I arch my back and let out a primal scream, my fingers tightening around his length as the world begins to spin and fade away in a haze of pleasure. He follows suit only moments later, his hips bucking upward as he releases himself into my hand, the wet heat spilling over my palm and wrist in a viscous reminder of who's truly in

I smile lazily up at him as I reluctantly release his spent length, tracing lazy circles over his abdomen with my finger. "You know me too well," I murmur, breathless from our exertions but still feeling the warmth of desire spread through me like wildfire. "I can't help it if I love a good challenge." He chuckles softly, leaning down to capture my lips in a gentle kiss before asking: "So... do you think we should start round two?"

A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of where this night might lead us. The air between us crackles with electricity and anticipation, making it clear that there's more than enough passion left to fuel another round of their intimate power struggle. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she answers: "Only one way to find out."

Her breath catches in her throat as he pins her to the bed and thrusts roughly into her ass. The feel of him so deep inside her, claiming her so completely, sends shivers down her spine and makes her arch her back off the mattress in response. As he begins to move faster, harder, she digs her nails into his shoulders and moans around his cock, urging him on with every word and touch.

With a growl, he grips her hips tighter and begins to ride her harder, his thrusts inexorable as they drive toward their shared climax. His words are hot against her ear: "You like this? You love being mine?" She shudders at the sound of it, wanting nothing more than for him to be right about everything.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, eyes squeezing shut as she feels the pressure building inside

Her breath catches in her throat as he pins her down, the sudden force of his movements making her gasp for air. His cock pushes deeper inside her with each brutal thrust, rearranging her insides like a master puppeteer, and she can't help but feel both overwhelmed and exhilarated by the power he holds over her in this moment. Her legs wrap around his waist as she arches her back off the bed, seeking deeper penetration and more of that stolen control.

The roughness of their lovemaking only serves to heighten her arousal; it's a dance of dominance and submission played out between them in the most primal way possible. She can feel herself approaching the edge again, her body tense with anticipation as she fights for air and survives each powerful thrust that pushes them closer to the brink together.

My body quivers and arches up toward his, meeting each rough thrust with equal fierceness. "Yes," I moan, gripping the sheets beneath me as he takes control completely, pushing my limits further than I ever thought possible. My hips rise to meet his, wanting more of this intense connection that makes me feel both owned and wanted in the same breath.

His thrusts grow faster and harder, driving deeper with each movement until we're both on the edge again, hovering precariously over oblivion. Our bodies move together now, a fluid motion born of countless nights like this one - fighting for dominance while still craving submission beneath it all.

With a low growl that vibrates against my skin, he finally releases me, his cock pulsing rhythmically as he cries out my name in victory and pleasure united. And as I feel him come deep inside me, surrender

My body trembles and quakes beneath him as he pushes me harder, faster, demanding more. I arch my back and dig my nails into his shoulders, meeting each rough thrust with equal intensity. He's right; I don't want to win easily. I want to feel the full force of his dominance before surrendering to it completely, even if only for tonight.

With a growl of frustration, he grabs my hips roughly and pulls me upward, slamming me back down onto him with enough force to steal what little breath I have left. "That's it," he grunts, pushing deeper inside me as he begins to move faster still. "Fight me." His words are like a commandment carved in stone, and I can feel myself losing control to them. I moan and writhe beneath him, desperate for more of the power that surges through me when we

"Oh, you want it rough?" I snap, feeling the anger and desire building inside me. Before he can react, my hand snaps out and connects with his cheek in a sharp slap. The sting of it reverberates through my own body as well, but it only serves to fuel the fire between us. His eyes narrow and his mouth curls into a cruel smile as he reaches up, cupping my face roughly between his hands. Then with a swift motion, he flips me over onto my stomach and begins thrusting into me from behind, using my bound wrists to guide him deeper still. "Like that?" He growls against my ear, punctuating each word with another hard thrust. "Want more?" I can feel the sweat dripping down between my shoulders as he drives himself harder and faster, forcing me farther onto the bed with every inch of his length.

The sting of his hand against my cheek makes me gasp and arch my back in surprise more than pain. He growls deep in his throat as he pulls my hair roughly, using it to guide him deeper still inside me. "That's right," he whispers harshly. "Take what you want." With renewed strength, I dig my bound wrists into the mattress and arch my back farther, offering myself up to him completely as he takes control of this newfound power play between us. His hips move faster now, harder, pushing me against the bed with every thrust until we're both gasping for breath and trembling on the edge of release.

"Please," I beg softly, "I can't...I need..." My words are lost in a whimper as he slaps my ass sharply, sending another wave of pleasure through me. He growls low in his throat,

His rough hands grip my hair and jerk back roughly, forcing my head back with him as he continues to thrust into me. His other hand holds my mouth shut, using it like a handle as he takes what he wants from me. I moan around his fingers and his cock as he pushes deeper, harder, grinding against me until I can feel the heat building in my core again. It's exquisite agony and sheer pleasure all wrapped up in one wild ride through a night of dominance and submission. The strength in his arms press me into the mattress as he thrusts faster, deeper, drawing out every last moan and whimper from my lips while bringing us closer to that moment when we both lose control completely.

I can't help but whisper it between gasps and moans as he takes me roughly, his hands and body moving in perfect synchrony with my own helpless desires. "Yes," I breathe out, arching my back off the mattress as he thrusts deeper still inside me. "I love you."

With a growl of satisfaction, he pulls almost completely out before slamming himself home again, hitting that spot deep within me that always makes me lose control. I cry out his name in a mixture of pleasure and pain, my fingers digging into the sheets beneath me as I try to steady myself against this onslaught of sensation. He's holding all the cards now, but somehow that only makes it hotter, wilder for both of us. "Cum for me," he growls, thrusting harder still. "Let go." And with those words, I do: my body tight

His name escapes me in a shout as I arch my back and shudder beneath him, coming hard around his cock with a groan that's part pain and part pleasure. His thrusts grow even wilder now, harder still as he feels the release nearing, drawing it out for as long as possible before claiming it for himself. The mattress beneath us shudders with each powerful thrust, echoing the tremors running through our bodies as we race toward the edge of oblivion together.

"Cum for me," he grunts again and again, his words burning into my skin like a brand as he drives deeper still. My body quivers helplessly beneath him, aching for release as the tension coils tighter and tighter inside me. With a final brutal thrust, he growls my name once more and comes hard, filling me with his warmth and power even as I feel myself