by Keta Kendric
Regina had my mind wandering all over the place. It had been a while since I’d had my mind blown because I’d never allowed myself to go this deep with anyone. This thing with Regina and me was soft, caring, and like she’d said, therapeutic. It was becoming way too fucking real and growing into something I was losing control of.
It was one of the reasons I’d gotten into this life in the first place. I wanted all the control. A quick deep breath blew past my lips. For Regina, I could give up some control.
“Okay, you can kiss me, but don’t think I’m switching. I’m no one’s fucking bottom.”
Her brow lifted, but she didn’t comment. She didn’t have a clue as to what I was talking about, and I don’t believe she cared. She rose onto her knees, and I assisted in pulling her over and onto my lap so that she straddled my thighs.
The smile she wore urged the tickle in my lips to spread into a grin even as I fought it, along with the rush of excitement she’d ignited within me. The fact that she’d accepted the craziest part of me still floored me. When she reached her palm out towards my face, I dodged her hand.
“Why won’t you let me touch you, Ansel?”
“Because I don’t like it, and you better do what I gave you permission to before I change my mind.”
A cheeky smile peeked. I believed she knew my tough words were the only armor of protection I had from her.
She leaned in, bringing her sweet warmth closer. Her big brown eyes locked with mine, and I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. The moment her soft lips covered mine, I was done for.
A flood of emotions hit me so hard I tugged her in before I’d even realized my arms had encircled her. Her hands swept past my shoulders and met at the back of my neck.
The couch grumbled under our movements as my body began to flow into the soft grooves and curves of hers. My dick stiffened and nudged the backside of her thigh, angling to find his way into paradise. The slide of her fingers against my skin, the weight of her warm body pressed into mine, and her invigorating scent worked as a team to feed my hunger for more.
My tongue flicked at her soft lips, urging her to share more of her delicious flavor. When she opened, I eased my tongue into her mouth and swallowed the soft moan she released.
Regina was awakening a passion in me that I’d never known was there. She backed away and broke the kiss when our heavy breathing started to fill the living room.
Her lust-heavy gaze met mine, and our breath stilted, causing the thumping in my chest to hammer out the sound in my ears. More than lust was being revealed. Care shone through our connection, an emotion I didn’t know I was capable of releasing in abundance.
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as her gaze remained interlocked with mine. Quick warm breaths danced over my face and chin as her chest heaved, meeting mine on every rise. The sight of her so worked up over our kiss made me acknowledge my own harsh breathing.
The wind from my heavy breaths picked up a few loose strands of her hair, and they danced against her face. My heartbeat pounded in my ears like we’d been fucking instead of kissing. I sensed she wanted to kiss me again, but reluctance kept her at bay.
Breathing her in and tasting her wasn’t enough. I craved more. My hand slid around her neck to pull her lips back into mine. In the midst of our kiss, her voice sounded.
“Can I touch you, Ansel?”
She was taking advantage of the state she’d gotten me into.
“Yes,” rushed past my lips before I could stop it. Her palm cupped each side of my face as she rose up higher, dominating the kiss. Now, it was her tongue caressing mine, her lips devouring mine, and her hands melting into the rhythm of my body. There wasn’t shit I could do about it either because I wanted it. I wanted her like this but was too fucking arrogant to admit it to myself.
“Ansel,” she called as warm puffs of her breath kissed my ear. Why in the fuck was she stopping again? Especially now that I had two hands full of ass?
“Can we do it like normal people? You said we didn’t always have to be Dom and sub.”
Why in the fuck had I told her that shit? Normal for me was rough sex and a smile after a one-night-stand.
Regina had gotten me this far and I hadn’t cracked, so why stop now?
“Okay, Doc. Teach me how normal people fuck.”
“What? Me? I—”
“Yep, you. You’re going to have to teach me the way. It’s obvious that I don’t know it, and I’ve never been too proud to learn.”
I’d lost complete control, and I wasn’t too upset about it. This situation was weird since it was something I wasn’t used to, but everything about Regina and me felt too much like right.
37
Ansel
Regina made me feel like I ruled over seven kingdoms. My mind hadn’t wrapped itself around what I was allowing to happen, but my dick was down there singing a fucking Rick James song. He didn’t give a damn that I was out of character and not dominating a damn thing, not even the position I sat in on the couch.
Anxiousness filled my body, insisting I speed things along, but I’d promised Regina that she could do this, so I wasn’t going to interfere too much. The way her tongue flicked over her lips and the way she set her darkened gaze on mine before she started edging the bottom of my shirt up, had me anxious in a way I’d never experienced. She was telling me that she was about to fuck up the world as I knew it. In a way, she already had. I had no intention of giving up my job as her Dom, but her calm way of doing things wasn’t bad either.
She lifted the sides of my T-shirt as I reached back and pulled it over my head. Her quick fingers grazed over my abs as their delicate tips slid over my left nipple. A lazy moan was released before my tongue moved over my bottom lip.
“Ansel,” she called, breaking me from the lusty haze she’d induced. She leaned back and glared at me when her delicate fingers caressed my tattooed shoulder and slid down my arm.
“Later, Regina, I’ll tell you about it later. Right now, you’ve got me real interested in this ‘normal people’ fucking.”
“Ansel?” she called again, ignoring the need that she’d built in me.
My tattoos covered scars, and I knew she’d discovered the rough skin even if she couldn’t see it clearly because of the ink. She’d used creams and cocoa butter to cover her scars. I’d opted for ink that camouflaged mine.
Her curious gaze reflected concern and curiosity. I was never going to get to the good stuff if I didn’t tell her something.
“We have something else in common, Regina. Abusive fucking family members. My alcoholic and bipolar ass mother used her fist and pots of boiling water instead of belts when she beat my ass.”
After my comment, I kissed her hard, silencing her ready questions. The last thing I wanted to think about was my abusive childhood. It was likely what caused my anxiety, awakened my demon, and lured me to kill people to calm my damn nerves.
When I released her from the kiss, her ragged breaths and lust-heavy eyes didn’t stop those curious fingers from sliding over my damaged shoulder once more.
“Doc, there is a lot of hard dick down there waiting on you. Later. We’ll talk about it later.”
For a moment, it appeared she wouldn’t let it go. I knew all too well what she’d found, but she ignored her curiosity and continued to kiss me.
I gripped her top, taking it up and over her head. I slung it and let it fall over the back of the couch, eager to get my hands on her tits. Her dark nipples peeked through the sheer material of her white lacy bra. I pinched one hard tip between my teeth and enjoyed the hot moan that flooded my ear.
The quick maneuvering of my eager fingers snapped her bra clasped and set her free. I tossed the bra over the couch just as I’d tossed her top.
Regina had my dick so hard, it was cutting through the fabric of my sweats. She’d driven me to a whole new level of hot. I lifted my pelvic to raise our bodies so I could slide my sweats down.
“Take these off,” I whisp
ered as I tugged at my sweats that she wore. She backed away and stood before me to drop the pants. I used the time to pull mine down as far as my hips before I was dragging her back on top of me, not giving her time to glide her sexy black panties off.
“Being normal people is not so bad, right?”
Her question filtered into my ear as her lips raked the edge of my earlobe.
“No,” I huffed out as my lips glided over the warm skin of her neck. My hand glided over her soft flesh, kneading, squeezing, and rubbing. It didn’t take but a moment for my palms to land right back on that luscious ass that I couldn’t stop myself from groping. Drawing her closer, I snuggled her tight, moist pussy against my dick, which was standing like a gladiator ready for anything.
How in the hell could Regina have me this hot without being tied up and under my control? I didn’t know, but she was sexy as hell straddling my lap, about to ride my dick.
“Fuck, Doc. You keep this up, and you’re going to make me fall for you.”
I know my ass wasn’t thinking straight, letting that kind of shit slide from my head and crawl over my tongue.
“What’s so wrong with that?” she whispered back, her lust-heavy voice hot in my ear.
“Trust me, you don’t want that, Doc. I’m a possessive motherfucker. The shit at the restaurant was a warm up. I can already picture the damage and destruction I could bring to the world over you. Trust me, hell would be safer.”
My words had her smiling as she rained kisses all over my face. She acted like I’d complimented her when it was supposed to be a warning.
“I don’t mind it,” she shrugged. “I’ve never had someone want me like that.”
I sucked her bottom lip between mine, loving the way her body filled my hands. “Bit of advice. Never give anyone that much control over you, Doc. Especially not me. Give me an inch, and I’ll take miles. All the fucking miles. Road miles, nautical miles, sky miles.”
Hearing her giggle after her story filled me with a joy I’d never experienced. I’d been serious, despite making her laugh. Hell, I was already beating men in public places over her. The world wouldn’t be a safe place if she were to become my woman.
My ass wasn’t stable enough to handle a relationship. I was like plutonium; expose me to the wrong elements, and there goes half the planet.
When our lips unlocked and her gaze met mine, she noticed that I was serious, but she didn’t care. She laid those eyes on me with so much care in them that a pulse of emotions reached into my body and squeezed my heart so tight, I couldn’t take my next breath.
On the verge of passing out from the overwhelming impact, Regina leaned in and placed her soft, lush lips atop mine. The kiss was light, but the depth of the emotion she’d put behind it wasn’t missed.
The emotional side of this session needed to be blown to hell. Emotions were like sneaky little truth-inducing stimulants. They were much like alcohol when it took over your mind and led you to saying shit that should stay buried. Besides, I was ready to get this normal people fucking started already so I could get back to the business of dominance and obedience.
“Regina, I need you on my dick right now!” I commanded, grinding my dick against her pussy, stirring her wetness. The lace of her soaked panties blocked my entrance. When she eased back, aiming to get up, I stopped her.
“Condom,” she whispered.
I took her chin in my hand to ensure her gaze met mine. My other hand was at her panties, slipping them to the side.
“You trust me?”
Her whole body fluttered when my finger slipped over her clit and spread her wetness.
“Yes,” she whispered while nodding her head, her teeth buried in her bottom lip.
With a firm grip on her and one around my dick, I aligned us. Her pussy was so hot for me that the heat from it warmed my dick head.
Putting us out of our misery, I thrust my hips up and slid into her wet tightness. We moaned into each other’s mouths as she pushed the rest of the way down my dick.
Jesus! She was so warm and wet; my toes were already curling into the floor.
She allowed me to impale her for as far as my dick could go at this angle. I steadied her and shivered, loving the way her pussy squeezed me. Without a condom, her silky walls felt like they were laced with magic. Her slippery heat produced a thrill I’d never experienced, a buzz that I wanted to overdose on. There was no doubt about it; I was buried in one of the great marvels of the world.
My fingers tightened around her sides when I was ready for her to move. It was time she showcased her riding skills. She started slow and unsure, rocking with ease like she was afraid she’d hurt me.
“You’re not going to hurt me, use your hips,” I urged. “Don’t be afraid of the dick. Show me that you want it. Tell me how much you like it.”
“Like this,” she asked as lust dripped from her voice like wax melting from a candle.
“Yes. Shit. Just like that.” I cheered her on because she’d fucking listened. My body slid down a notch to spread my legs wider so I could open her and go deeper. I palmed her plump cheeks, giving her another small nudge of encouragement.
“I’ve never had it this good. I love it,” she revealed. Her words poured into my ears between moans and over her gasps. I tasted her truth on the tip of my tongue, sensed it in the soft billowing flow of her body, and heard it in the delicate tone of each moan. Regina was all mine.
I poured power into my upward thrust, burying myself so deep, the head licked her back wall.
Only after I’d smacked her ass did I realize my mistake. Her pussy gripped my dick so hard it caused me to yell out, “Fuck, Regina!” Her muscles continued to squeeze my shit so tight, my back bowed as a growl became lodged in my throat. I gripped her arms, keeping her in place for a moment. I’d already broken the rules for her, but there was one I wouldn’t break. There was no way in hell I was coming before her.
There was power in the name of her pussy, and she was clueless. How do you tell a woman she was the best you’d ever had without sounding like a pussy-whipped wimp?
I hadn’t experienced a premature come situation since I was a loose-dick teenager, passing around dick like it was ten-cent candy.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, her face creased in concern when she noticed my tight grimace. The poor woman assumed she’d done something wrong. “I can go faster or harder if that’s what you want,” she offered.
Her endearing tone let me know that she meant every word. All she wanted to do was please me, but she was doing so much more. She was linking me to her, and it would be a motherfucker to let her go when the time came.
“You’re doing a great job. Keep going,” I complimented as I devoured her lush lips.
She started her slow movement again. Her pussy slipped up and over and around my dick as our lips and tongues did as much slipping and sliding.
When I assumed things couldn’t get any better, Regina worked her hips faster, throwing her pussy on me so good, I was about to bust a fucking lung I breathed so hard. I pried my lips apart from hers so I could breathe.
Her arms wrapped around my neck as her fingers dug into the top of my scalp. The positioning had her tits bouncing against my face as she massaged my dick, grinding it into her wet tightness with a desperate need that set my lust on fire and turned my desire into an inferno. I relished every tantalizing thrust, stroke, and wave. Her pussy was so juicy, the wetness dripped over my balls, making me want to go deeper even when I knew I was out of room.
“Ansel! Oh God!” she yelled, her hot breath winding into my ear. I didn’t understand half of what she said in Spanish, but her body language translated loud and clear. She wavered over the edge of madness, about to come. So did I. My back started to tingle first before the sensation bounced around in the pit of my stomach and hit my dick with a fierce spark.
“Regina! Fuck! That’s it. Work that pussy on this dick!” I didn’t know how much longer I had in me. All I knew was it was s
econds and not minutes. All that shit about being in control had gone clean out the window because Regina was controlling my dick with every movement of her body.
Holding back had never been a problem, but Regina’s pussy had my dick in a fucking chokehold so good, that happy bastard was down there in heavenly bliss not listening to a damn thing my mind had to say. I took one of her hard-tipped nipples into my mouth and sucked hard. The dam that retained our desire had busted wide open.
“Ansel! Ansel!” she repeated as I thrusted upwards as fast as I could, catching every twist, turn, and quake as she came hard, shaking as she gripped me tighter, holding me against her as she lost her mind.
When I could take no more, I threw my head back and released a loud, throat-scratching roar as the power of my orgasm started to take control, tightening my balls, readying them for a powerful eruption. My dick hammered inside her, striking against her walls as my body quivered from blinding pleasure.
A moment of clarity kicked me in the side of the head. I pushed Regina back as I yanked my dick out in the nick of time. I erupted so hard, hot cum shot up and over her stomach, over one of her tits, and up to her neck.
If I’d come inside Regina, with all the cum shooting from my dick, they may as well have started turning heaters on in hell. There was no doubt about it; that much strong nut would have fertilized every egg inside her. We needed to put some birth control on short order if we kept fucking like this.
We sat enjoying the aftermath of an incredible high, letting it fade naturally.
My aim had been to be tough on Regina. I’d attempted to be. All my tough talk about being brutal wasn’t a lie because I was normally a fucking raving lunatic. Regina though…her quiet feistiness and my respect for her tempered the way I treated her.