I make her stop

My heart beats faster as I reach down and grip her hair, pulling her off of my cock. "That's enough for now," I say, my voice slightly rough.

I look down at her, taking in the sight of her beautiful, pouting lips and her eyes that are filled with desire and anticipation. "But Henry," she protests, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was enjoying that."

I chuckle, amused by her boldness. "I'm sure you were," I say, running a hand down her cheek. "But I have something else in mind for you."

As I lead her to a nearby bench, I can't help but feel a sense of control and power over this woman. She follows me without question, her eyes locked on mine, her body swaying gently with each step.

Once we're seated on the bench, I pull her into my lap, her legs straddling me. I lean in close, running my hands up her thighs and underneath her dress. I feel her shiver against me, her breaths coming faster as I push her dress higher up her thighs, revealing her panties.

My hand slowly slides underneath her panties, touching her sensitive skin for the first time. She moans softly, arching her back against me. With one swift movement, I pull her panties to the side, baring her soft, smooth pussy to me.

"Look at that." She looks down at herself, biting her lower lip as she catches sight of her exposed body. "It's beautiful," I whisper into her ear, my breath sending a shiver down her spine. As I lean in to kiss her neck, my hand gently teases her clit, circling around the sensitive nub. She gasps, her body arching further into my touch. "Please, Henry," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I need you."

I smirk, taking in her pleading tone. This is exactly what I want - a woman who's completely under my control, begging for my touch.