I was standing in the middle of my walk-in closet, towel wrapped around my hair, holding a red dress in one hand and a black one in the other.
“Wear the red one”, Michael called out from my bedroom.
I made a face. I knew he’d say that. It was extra snug around my curves.
“I’m going to meet the bank’s president baby!” I yelled.
“That’s exactly why you should wear the red one!”, he replied. I heard him chuckle.
I smirked and hung up the dresses. I headed to the bathroom to dry my hair.
Michael’s boss was holding a charity event and Michael asked me to be his date. Immediately my stomach jumped in anticipation when he first told me about it. Being out in public with Michael had to mean something….
“So you’re wearing the red dress for my boss?”, he spoke in a low voice, suddenly appearing behind me in the bathroom.
“I’m wearing the red dress for you”, I said, looking at him in the mirror. I noticed the expression in his eyes.
I turned around slowly. “You’re supposed to be getting ready”, I said softly, my mood changing slightly.
“Shake out your hair for me”, he demanded.
I giggled. “You want me to shake out my hair?”
“Shhhh. Just do it”. He unwrapped the towel around my head. I closed my eyes and seductively rolled my head back, purposely exposing my neck.
I heard Michael groan. And then, with sudden urgency…..
…..his hands were in my hair, his mouth on my neck. I didn’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away.
“I’m not even dressed Michael”, I moaned under my breath.
“I know. Get on your knees”. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was serious.
My heart pounded in my throat, excitement running through my veins. He still had it. Michael was still able to bring the sexiness out in me.
I dropped to my knees, my hair damp and cold on my bare back, my mouth instantly wet and ready to please.
I didn’t hesitate. Immediately I took his hardness in my mouth, reaching underneath to stroke him where I knew I’d get a reaction.
“Fuck you Savannah”, he said quietly.
I smiled, loving the pleasure I was giving him. Michael grabbed the back of my head, urging me to take him deeper. I stuck out my tongue and took him in my mouth as far as I possibly could, leaning my head back to accomodate him.
“Baby, if you keep that up….”
I grabbed his cock and sucked hard, sliding my tongue up and over the tip, dipping lower with my tongue, not leaving one inch untouched. Steadily I held him in my mouth, sucking him with short and fast strokes, moves I knew guaranteed results with my man.
He pulled away quickly and pulled me up towards him, grabbing my face to kiss me. It was my turn to moan. His mouth was enough to bring me close to the edge. His tongue rolled around my mouth, sucking and kissing and feeling so right. He sucked on my lower lip, gently biting and teasing.
“Turn around”. Again, his demanding voice.
“Michael, it’s getting late, we should….”
“Turn around I said”, he replied, slightly louder this time. I turned around.
Michael put his hands on my back and bent me over, his hardness against my ass. I turned around to look at him, wanting to see the expression on his face once he felt how soft I was inside.
With one single thrust he pushed into me. I don’t remember who moaned louder………
Michael stood there, holding onto my hips, eyes closed.
“Baby, you feel so good inside”, he whispered.
“Michael, I can’t take you”, I said.
He looked at me. I could read a glimpse of sweet emotion across his face.
“You can’t take me? You want to bet you can take me?”
He tightened his grip on my hips and slammed his body into mine. I screamed out, both in pleasure and in pain. I pulled away, trying to ease the pain inside. He felt so good, I wanted him but I couldn’t have him all.
“Woman, you’re going to take all of me”, he groaned, slamming into me again. “Take this dick and enjoy it, let me fuck you the way I want to fuck you and you’ll enjoy it too”.
My pussy was responding, I could feel the wetness in between my legs. Michael was filling me up and my head was dizzy, full of emotions. I wanted his pleasure, I wanted to please him but….
Michael pulled away and grabbed me again, pulling me close to him. He looked into my eyes, hunger and passion written all over his face.
“I don’t want to hurt you but nothing would please me more than to fuck you hard the way I want to”. And then he kissed me, his mouth just as hungry and passionate as his eyes had been a second ago. I wanted this man….I wanted him bad. And I was willing to give myself to him any which way he desired.
I pushed him away and bent over again, guiding his cock into my wet and now throbbing pussy.
I braced myself for this painfully yet pleasurable sex I was about to give Michael.
“Do it. Fuck me Michael. Isn’t that what you want? You want to fuck this pussy? Give it to me”, I said breathlessly.
Michael pounded into me, hard and fast, his full length deep inside, hitting spots inside me I didn’t know I had. I remained still, turning my face over my shoulder to watch him.
Michael’s eyes were dark and drunk-like, proof that something was right. He stared into my eyes….
“Baby, only you. You do this to me, you make me want to fuck you like this. I want this pussy every day. I want to feel your wet pussy against my cock all the time. You feel so good baby”. Michael moved, thrusting his cock into me, smashing into my body. I arched my back, inviting him further, trying hard to hide my pain.
“Fuck”, Michael swore again. “You know I’m going to come baby”.
I pushed back, never taking my eyes from his, enjoying the feel of his hardness inside me.
He grabbed my ass and thrust as fast and as deep as my body would allow. And then………
“Oh baby….Savannah….dear God, Savannah, I love it, I love this, you feel so good baby, oh fuck….” Michael moaned and pushed into me one hard last time. I felt his cock throbbing inside me.
He stood there, over me, enjoying the last seconds of his orgasm. And then, ever so gently and completely softened compared to his mood just seconds before, he took my shoulders and brought my body up to him. He kissed my back up to my neck, then my ear and finally my face.
I smiled, completely satisfied from pleasing my lover. He smiled back and kissed me again.
“Now”, I asked, “Are you ready?”
*Ready to meet the bank president?*