Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 34: Sara’s Dominance ll (R-18)

"Arghhh... hufff... so good..." Sara said, her voice rough and satisfied as she finally loosened her thighs from around my face, letting them fall open around the bed.

Her grip on my hair opened, her fingers slipping out slow, leaving my scalp tingling where she'd pulled. She leaned back on her elbows, the creaky mattress shifting under her, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, her bralet barely clinging to her sweat-slick skin.

"Hufff... hufff..." I panted, pulling back to gulp air, my knees aching from the gritty floor. My face burned red—hot from her thighs, her release still wet on my chin, dripping slow as I wiped it with the back of my hand.

I glanced up, catching her staring down at me, her pussy glistening pink and wet in the dim light, a seductive grin curling her lips. She looked smug as hell, her dark hair messy, her jacket half-off, framing her like some twisted queen.

"Good job, baby," she said, her voice low and teasing, her grin widening. "Now stand up, please." Her tone was light—like she knew she had me and wasn't letting go.

I gulped hard, my throat tight, my pulse still hammering as I pushed myself up. My legs wobbled a bit, stiff from kneeling, and I stood there, towering over her now, wondering what else she'd demand.

"Strip," she said, her smile turning sharp, playful, as she crossed her legs slow, her black stockings still hugging her thighs.

"Get naked." She leaned back further, propping herself on one hand, her eyes locked on me, waiting, daring me to talk.

I sighed internal—like I had a choice—and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, yanking it up and over my head in one quick pull. My hands moved to my belt next, the buckle clinking loud in the quiet as I unfastened it, shoving my pants down past my hips. They pooled at my ankles, and I stepped out, kicking them off with a flick of my foot. Then my fingers hooking the edge of my underwear—black, snug, I pulled them down slow, letting them drop to the floor.

I stood there naked, my dick rock-hard. The room felt smaller, the air heavier, as her eyes stared over me—slow, deliberate, taking in every inch. A faint blush crept up her cheeks, her lips curling tighter as she scanned my chest, my abs, then lower.

"Aaye haaye... baby's got it big," she said, her voice dripping with mock awe, glancing up at me with a sly, taunting eye. She bit her lip, her stockings rustling as she shifted, clearly liking what she saw.

She stood then, slow and smooth, her boots clicking soft on the floor as she closed the gap between us. Her face hovered close—too close—her breath brushing my lips, her grin turning seductive, dangerous.

Her right hand slid up, fingers grazing my cheek, warm and firm, then traced down slow—over my jaw, my chest, lingering on my abs, mapping me out like she owned me. My skin tingled under her touch, a current sparking through me, and I sucked in a sharp breath—"Ahm*"—as her hand dipped lower, curling around my hardened cock with a deliberate grip.

She stroked my dick slow, her fingers tight and sure, her eyes flicking up to mine, watching my reaction with that damn smirk. My body jolted, the sensation hitting hard, my dick throbbing in her hand as she worked it, her touch teasing but commanding, pulling me deeper into whatever this was.

"Ahh..." I gasped again, the sensation ripping through my dick.

"Hehehe... so pathetic... yet so cute," Sara said, her voice low and mocking.

"Wha-t...?" I managed to choke out, my voice shaky, barely a word as the throbbing in my dick drowned out everything else.

"All that toughness of yours," she said, her smirk widening, "it's at my mercy now, baby." She let out a sharp *hmph*, her hand still curled around me, her grip a taunting reminder of who was running this show.

I didn't say shit—couldn't—the pulsing heat overwhelming me, my mind blanking as she held me there, literally by the dick.

Then she squeezed my dick hard, sudden and firm, her fingers clamping around my hardness like a vice.

"Ahh..." I moaned, my eyes squeezing shut, a raw sound tearing out of me as my head tipped back, the sensation hitting like a punch.

Before I could catch my breath, she pulled me forward by it—*by my damn dick*—pulling me around the bed like I was on a leash and then she shoved my chest hard with her free hand.

I went down, crashing onto the bed with a grunt, the springs creaking loud under my weight as I sprawled out, staring up at the ceiling.

She crawled up after me, her knee sliding onto the mattress beside my hip, her body hovering close as she loomed over me. Her face was inches from mine now, her breath warm and sharp with beer, her dark eyes locking onto me with that smug, predatory glint.

"You're one handsome face, for sure," she said, her voice softening, her hand cupping my cheek, fingers brushing my lips slow and deliberate.

Her thumb grazed my mouth, lingering, and I just stared back, silent, my chest rising and falling fast, saying nothing.

Then she kissed me—hard, claiming, her lips smashing into mine like she owned me, smooching loud and messy. She sucked my bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth, tugging until it stung, then let it go with a wet pop.

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"Ahh..." I gasped, the sting fading into heat as she pulled back, smirking down at me.

She shrugged her jacket off then, the fabric sliding down her arms and dropping to the floor, leaving her in just the bralet. Her hands moved quick, grabbing the hem and peeling it up over her head, tossing it aside like it was nothing.

Her boobs spilled out—bare, full, nipples hard in the dim light, her skin glowing faintly with sweat.

She shifted, her hand sliding down between us, brushing my stomach as it dipped lower, finding my dick again. She gripped it firm, guiding it as she straddled me, lining it up with her pussy—still wet, still glistening from before.

"Ahh... yeahh..." she moaned, low and throaty, as the tip slid inside her, slow and deliberate, her walls stretching tight around me. Her head tipped back, her hair swaying, her stockings rustling against my sides as she sank down a little more.

"Ahm*..." I grunted, feeling the squeeze of her hole, the heat and tightness gripping my dick hard.