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Lately, I have found myself needing to pace myself, like how he thinks about baseball, because he makes me so orgasmic that I'm climbing the wall. He is blessed with the genes of an Adonis, but I’m wearing my horny goggles and ovulating, so you know, and can get all giddy when he is stalking me with those bedroom blues. I’m probably expecting him to know what I want while hoping he wants it more. He sniffs the air and locks the door. When he crawls over the bed and throws back the blanket, he smiles wide because he finds me buck ass nekkid. His smile grows devious, and his intentions mischievous. He then does this thing where he simulates in a kiss what he plans on doing to my pussy lips and tits. His promise kisses momentarily take my breath and my brain, anticipating his next moves always drives me insane. I get that twitch in my loins while waiting to see where this is going.

Relax, he tells me as he molds my puckering nipple into an imaginary clit, and gives me a front row to the most tantalizing sneak pic. His mouth wraps around my nipple as his tongue sends an imaginary ripple. He is such a tease and knows how I like to watch, and seeing his tongue work makes me so fucking hot. He comes back up and grabs my chin, just to torture me all over again. This time, he licks the inside of my lips in a hot fucking kiss while bringing his hand down to my undulating hips. He pushes my legs open with such demand that it causes me to squeal and want to cum in his hand. He then kisses me this way down the length of my body until he pulls my nether lips taut and inhales my sweet, naughty. I’m desperate for a suitable distraction and move into sixty-nine to put his mouth to action.

I’m so damn easy that he might push me past the point of no return and end up going to bed without any dessert of his own. The problem is that he likes to get as close as possible to the end, and stopping before I give in to sin. So when he gets me off now in a slow, steady pace, I’m able to continue even after cumming on his perfect face. But sometimes he insists and forces my hand, and I have to take control because he is being a deliciously bad man. So that I can come down, literally to say, I push him off and keep him at bay, or he will just manhandle me to get his own way. So I kick him off while panting no, no, no, as he tries to fight me to and fro. Finally able to defensively reposition myself with my head and him at the side of the bed, I pull his mouthful into mine for some recently flavored head. Still being the control freak in the bedroom that he is, he pushes my head down to the bed so that I can be force-fed. He makes love to my willing mouth with deliberate hesitation, suppressing his desire for a deeper penetration. I can barely wrap my fingers around the base of his thick dick like a door stopper, as it grows even bigger, making me unimaginably hotter. I remove my hand, having confidence and trust while hoping that he will betray it and go bust. He drives my mouth and I find myself robbing his jewels, as he roots in my ass with his other skilled tools. Somehow knowing that I’ve come down enough, he withdraws his more than a mouthful to call my bluff. He pulls my hips around to the edge of the bed, and clubs my clit like a seal over the head, before moving it down to my drooling doors, and breaking and entering while I implore for more.

So I thought about baseball, of course, because there was no way I could maintain while being fucked by this horse. Only until I saw telling changes in his face that I was able to go for the kill and pick up the pace. It is a beautiful and empowering sight to watch his fuse burn, and it makes me so fucking hot when I get the turn. With him giving in, with looks that alone should be a sin, I let go too of my own, and bathing his bone. I rode him hard through to the final hour just so I could watch him flop just like a flounder. Having raced to the finish and literally having come out on top, I raised my arms in victory for having the stamina not to stop. It is the kind of love that doesn’t need to be heard, because its meaning is so apparent that it doesn’t require any words. He is a man of action when it comes to how he feels, so that if you are paying attention, you might not believe it’s real. It is in everything he does, as you could imagine, and his one and only passion, because unlike some that will fill you with words that promise what they can’t, he fills you with love and other things that can. Yeah baby!

Happy Hump Day!!!

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