I slipped on the black leather harness and adjusted the strap-on, the smooth material molding to my curves. This was the moment I’d been anticipating all day – sinking my throbbing cock deep into Ethan’s tight ass. I couldn’t wait to claim him, to dominate and pleasure him in ways few men dared to venture.
Climbing into bed, I lay next to him, my raven tresses spilling across the white sheets. Ethan stirred, his eyes fluttering open, and a delicious smile spread across his face when he saw the look of lust burning in my sapphire gaze.
“Mmm, you’re wearing it,” he purred, reaching up to caress my breasts through the thin fabric of my tank top.
I caught his wrist and pinched his skin playfully. “Patience, baby. You know I like to tease.”
With a chuckle, Ethan rolled onto his stomach, presenting his delectable ass to me. I pressed a kiss to the center, savoring the warmth and overture of his skin. My cock, now fully hard and straining against the harness, twitched in anticipation.
Positioning myself behind him, I slowly guided the thick, veined shaft between his cheeks, pausing at the entrance to his Tight, rosy hole. Ethan mewled softly, his body tensing as he anticipated the penetration. I loved seeing him like this, unguarded and receptive, his limits tested by the pleasure I could provide.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed forward, the head of my cock flexing open his resisting ring. Ethan gasped, his back arching as I sank deeper, inch by delicious inch, until my balls slapped against his ass. I held still for a moment, reveling in the sensation of being buried inside him, our bodies joined in a way that made blood rush to my head.
“Ethan,” I panted, my voice husky with desire. “So fucking tight… You were made for this.”
He turned his head, blue eyes glazed with arousal meeting mine. “I love it when you take control,” he whispered, a coy smile playing on his lips.
With a growl, I began to thrust, my hips pumping in a steady rhythm as I fucked into Ethan’s hole with long, deep strokes. His moans filled the room, spurring me on, each cry of pleasure sending electricity coursing through me.
I reached around to grab his cock, pumping it in time with my movements. Ethan bucked and whimpered, his body writhing against mine as I drove him toward climax. The tension built between us, coiled and ready to snap at any moment.
With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, and Ethan came undone, his orgasm ripping through him as he shouted my name. I followed close behind, my own release explosive as I painted his insides with my seed.
As we collapsed in a sweaty tangle, I tucked myself back into the harness, the silk of the sheets a welcome relief against my heated skin. Ethan snuggled against me, his breath warm against my neck.
“That was incredible,” he murmured, tracing lazy patterns on my hip.
I smiled, my fingers playing with the dark strands of his hair. “Anytime, baby. After all, it’s what I do best.”
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