Oliver goes further with her

As the towel brushed against her skin, Zoe's eyes never left mine, a silent promise lingering in her gaze. The room felt heavier now, the air thick with the weight of what we'd just done. I could still taste the adrenaline, the power coursing through me as I looked at her, her face still glistening. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear, and whispered, "You own me fully now, Oliver. Every part of me belongs to you." My heart pounded, the rush of dominance still fresh.

As the last traces of cum were wiped away, Zoe's gaze never wavered from mine, her eyes reflecting a mixture of submission and adoration. The room was heavy with the scent of sex and power, the air thick with the unspoken understanding of what had transpired. I reached out, my fingers brushing against her cheek, and she leaned into my touch, her lips parting slightly. "You were perfect," I murmured, my voice low and commanding. She smiled, a soft, obedient smile, and nodded. "I'll always be perfect for you," she whispered, her voice trembling with devotion.

As the tension between us became almost unbearable, my lips met Zoe's in a passionate, dominating kiss. The room around them melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the heat of the moment. Zoe's hands instinctively reached up, her fingers intertwining in my hair as she deepened the kiss, her body pressing against mine. The air was thick with desire, and the silence was broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing. Without breaking the kiss, I grabbed Zoe into my arms, carrying her to the bed. I laid her down gently, my eyes never leaving hers, filled with a mix of hunger and adoration.

As I lay there, Zoe's warmth still lingering against me, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. Her submission was absolute, her devotion undeniable. But beneath the surface of this dominance, a flicker of doubt began to stir. Had I gone too far? The weight of her words echoed in my mind—*I live to please him*—and with them, a chilling realization. This wasn't just about desire; it was about control, possession, and the blurred lines between love and obsession.

As Zoe's fingers danced across my chest, I could feel the weight of her gaze, her eyes searching for reassurance, for a sign that this was more than just a moment of fleeting control. The room was heavy with the scent of us, a mix of sweat and something deeper, more primal. I reached up, my hand brushing against hers, and she intertwined our fingers, her touch warm and steady. "You're mine," I whispered, the words barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

Zoe's voice was barely above a whisper, yet it carried an undeniable urgency as she murmured, "Take me, Oliver. I'm yours." Her words hung in the air, charged with a vulnerability that only heightened the tension between us. Without hesitation, I shifted my weight, my hands gripping her hips as I positioned myself above her. The warmth of her body drew me in, and as I entered her, the world around us seemed to narrow to the singular sensation of our union. Zoe's breath caught in her throat, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I began to move, each thrust a testament to the raw desire that drove us. I drove myself further and further inside her, her warn canals inviting me in. Her pussy felt so good around my dick and I couldn’t get enough. Zoe moans grew louder and louder as I pounded away at her. I grew closer and closer to orgasm as the sex became more intense. I look at Zoe and told her to cum. She began screaming in pleasure and her walls tightened around me as she orgasmed. This was too much and brought me over the edge and I emptied myself inside her, painting her walls with my cum. As we began to calm down, I grabbed Zoe in my arms and cuddled her. She looked at me and said “you came inside me, that was risky, do you want a baby”, I replied, “if it happens it happens, it’s just another way to show the world that you are mine”. She smiled cuddled more into me and we both fell asleep.