“Open your fucking mouth,” I growled, my fingers tightening in his hair. His lips parted instantly, and I didn’t waste a second. I pressed myself against him, grinding down hard, feeling the heat of his breath against me. “That’s it. Just like that. You’re going to take it all, aren’t you?”He moaned, the sound muffled but desperate, and I could feel his hands gripping my thighs like he was afraid I’d pull away. But I wasn’t going anywhere. Not until I got what I wanted.I leaned back slightly, just enough to watch his face as I moved. His eyes were wide, locked on mine, and his lips were slick and swollen already. I smirked, rolling my hips slowly, savoring the way his tongue flicked against me, tentative at first but growing bolder with every second. “You like that, don’t you? You love being used like this. Admit it.”He didn’t say anything—couldn’t say anything—but the way his hands tightened on my skin told me everything I needed to know. I laughed, low and dark, and pushed his head back into the couch, taking control completely. “Good boy. Now let me show you how it’s done.”---It hadn’t started like this. Not even close.I’d been in the shower, letting the hot water run over my skin, trying to wash away the tension of the day. My mind was wandering, as it often did, to him. To the way he looked at me sometimes, like he wanted to devour me but didn’t know how to ask. To the way his hands would linger on my waist when we passed each other in the kitchen, like he was testing the waters.I stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around me, and walked into the living room. He was there, like always, sprawled on the couch with his phone in hand. He didn’t even look up when I walked by. That pissed me off more than it should have.So I walked past him again, slower this time, letting the towel slip just enough to give him a glimpse of what he was missing. Still nothing. I rolled my eyes and dropped the towel completely, standing there for a moment before turning to face him.His eyes snapped up from his phone, and I saw the way his throat worked as he swallowed hard. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice rough.I didn’t answer. Instead, I walked over to him, climbed onto his lap, and grabbed his phone, tossing it onto the floor. His hands instinctively went to my thighs, and I could feel the heat of his palms through my skin. “You’re not here to talk,” I said, leaning in close so my lips brushed against his ear. “You’re here to do what I tell you.”He didn’t argue. He didn’t even try. His hands stayed on my thighs, and his eyes stayed on mine as I shifted forward, pressing myself against him. “Open your mouth,” I ordered, and he obeyed without hesitation.---Now, here we were. His mouth was warm and wet, and I could feel every flick of his tongue as I moved against him. I moaned, arching my back slightly, and gripped his hair tighter. “Fuck, that’s good,” I breathed, rolling my hips harder. “You’re so fucking good at this.”He groaned in response, his hands sliding up to grip my hips now, pulling me closer. I could feel the way his body was reacting to me, the way he was getting harder with every movement. But this wasn’t about him. Not yet.I leaned back again, watching him as I moved. His lips were red and swollen, and his eyes were half-lidded, like he was lost in the sensation. “You want more?” I asked, my voice low and teasing. “You want me to fuck your face until you can’t breathe?”He nodded eagerly, and I laughed again, the sound dark and satisfied. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”I shifted forward again, pressing myself harder against his mouth, and this time I didn’t hold back. I moved faster, deeper, using him the way I wanted to. His hands tightened on my hips, and I could feel the way his body was trembling beneath me. “That’s it,” I moaned, my own body starting to shake with pleasure. “Just like that. Take it all.”His tongue flicked against me, and I gasped, my head falling back as the pleasure built inside me. “Fuck,” I breathed, my voice shaking now. “Fuck, you’re so good at this. You’re going to make me come.”He moaned again, the sound vibrating through me, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer. My fingers tightened in his hair, and I moved faster, harder, until I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Fuck!” I cried out, my body shuddering as I came hard against his mouth.For a moment, everything was still. Then I pulled back slightly, looking down at him. His lips were slick and swollen, and his eyes were dark with desire. “You did so good,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss him softly. “But we’re not done yet.”I shifted off his lap and knelt in front of him, my hands going to his belt. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Open your fucking mouth,” I growled, my fingers tightening in his hair. His lips parted instantly, and I didn’t waste a second. I pressed myself against him, grinding down hard, feeling the heat of his breath against me. “That’s it. Just like that. You’re going to take it all, aren’t you?”

He moaned, the sound muffled but desperate, and I could feel his hands gripping my thighs like he was afraid I’d pull away. But I wasn’t going anywhere. Not until I got what I wanted.

I leaned back slightly, just enough to watch his face as I moved. His eyes were wide, locked on mine, and his lips were slick and swollen already. I smirked, rolling my hips slowly, savoring the way his tongue flicked against me, tentative at first but growing bolder with every second. “You like that, don’t you? You love being used like this. Admit it.”

He didn’t say anything—couldn’t say anything—but the way his hands tightened on my skin told me everything I needed to know. I laughed, low and dark, and pushed his head back into the couch, taking control completely. “Good boy. Now let me show you how it’s done.”

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It hadn’t started like this. Not even close.

I’d been in the shower, letting the hot water run over my skin, trying to wash away the tension of the day. My mind was wandering, as it often did, to him. To the way he looked at me sometimes, like he wanted to devour me but didn’t know how to ask. To the way his hands would linger on my waist when we passed each other in the kitchen, like he was testing the waters.

I stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around me, and walked into the living room. He was there, like always, sprawled on the couch with his phone in hand. He didn’t even look up when I walked by. That pissed me off more than it should have.

So I walked past him again, slower this time, letting the towel slip just enough to give him a glimpse of what he was missing. Still nothing. I rolled my eyes and dropped the towel completely, standing there for a moment before turning to face him.

His eyes snapped up from his phone, and I saw the way his throat worked as he swallowed hard. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice rough.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I walked over to him, climbed onto his lap, and grabbed his phone, tossing it onto the floor. His hands instinctively went to my thighs, and I could feel the heat of his palms through my skin. “You’re not here to talk,” I said, leaning in close so my lips brushed against his ear. “You’re here to do what I tell you.”

He didn’t argue. He didn’t even try. His hands stayed on my thighs, and his eyes stayed on mine as I shifted forward, pressing myself against him. “Open your mouth,” I ordered, and he obeyed without hesitation.

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Now, here we were. His mouth was warm and wet, and I could feel every flick of his tongue as I moved against him. I moaned, arching my back slightly, and gripped his hair tighter. “Fuck, that’s good,” I breathed, rolling my hips harder. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

He groaned in response, his hands sliding up to grip my hips now, pulling me closer. I could feel the way his body was reacting to me, the way he was getting harder with every movement. But this wasn’t about him. Not yet.

I leaned back again, watching him as I moved. His lips were red and swollen, and his eyes were half-lidded, like he was lost in the sensation. “You want more?” I asked, my voice low and teasing. “You want me to fuck your face until you can’t breathe?”

He nodded eagerly, and I laughed again, the sound dark and satisfied. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

I shifted forward again, pressing myself harder against his mouth, and this time I didn’t hold back. I moved faster, deeper, using him the way I wanted to. His hands tightened on my hips, and I could feel the way his body was trembling beneath me. “That’s it,” I moaned, my own body starting to shake with pleasure. “Just like that. Take it all.”

His tongue flicked against me, and I gasped, my head falling back as the pleasure built inside me. “Fuck,” I breathed, my voice shaking now. “Fuck, you’re so good at this. You’re going to make me come.”

He moaned again, the sound vibrating through me, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer. My fingers tightened in his hair, and I moved faster, harder, until I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Fuck!” I cried out, my body shuddering as I came hard against his mouth.

For a moment, everything was still. Then I pulled back slightly, looking down at him. His lips were slick and swollen, and his eyes were dark with desire. “You did so good,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss him softly. “But we’re not done yet.”

I shifted off his lap and knelt in front of him, my hands going to his belt. “Now it’s your turn.”

A confident and dominant woman takes control of the situation when she finds her partner distracted, using his face for her own pleasure. She straddles him, commanding his mouth for her own enjoyment, exploring themes of power dynamics and rough, demanding sex. The narrative delves into the intense pleasure she derives from using him, and the satisfaction he finds in being used, leading to a mutual climax.

I used his face better than he used his mouth

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