I may prefer a dominant Jacob who loves to overwhelm and reduce me to a panting mess, but interestingly enough I find that when I masturbate thinking about him, the one image that sets me off the quickest is myself being on top and riding him to oblivion. I imagine riding him so hard he’d actually beg for me to slow down a little. But no, of course I wouldn’t do that. I’d fuck him harder and faster until I come. He’d try to sit up, to gain some semblance of control, but I wouldn’t let him. Whenever he’d jerk upwards, I’d place my hands on his chest and push him forcibly downwards. “Don’t move. You’re my fuck toy for the night,” I’d hiss at him. He’d moan out loud, unused to hearing unbridled filth from me. “Yes, I’m your fuck toy,” he’d whine in between gasps. I then notice how pretty his mouth is and I’d hop off from his cock, ignoring his protests.

“As much I love hearing that voice, sometimes you talk too much, Jacob,” I’d scold him. I’d then crawl my way towards his face and sit up, positioning my pussy on his mouth. I’d look down at him, smile at how utterly needy he looks. I’d lower myself until I feel his mouth pressing hard on my wet and well-fucked flesh. “Do what your mouth is made to do,” I’d growl.

I’d fuck his mouth and tongue, but not nearly as hard as I rode his dick; a part of me would hold back because I’d worry about crushing him. He’d notice this and would grab my butt and thighs, pulling me harder against his face. I’d look down at him and see him watching me closely; seeing him all flushed and sweaty while pleasuring me with his mouth would make me come so hard I’d throw all caution out the window and ride that handsome face wildly until I’m spent.

I’d roll over and collapse beside him, panting heavily. I’d reach for his cock, intent on returning the favour when I realise, from the long streams of cum on his abdomen, that he’d already climaxed as well. “How….?” I’d ask, puzzled because I knew both of his hands were on me the whole time.

He’d grin widely, clearly proud that he was able to come spontaneously like a teenager. “I love it when you take control.”