Mine!

Below it, her pussy lips peeked, slick with arousal, but it was her length that drew me, stirring the submissive fantasies I'd buried. She was more than enough, youthful vigor radiating as she stepped closer, eyes locked on mine with vulnerable hunger.

I reached for the nightstand drawer, fumbling for condoms—there were some, right there—but her hand caught my wrist, gentle yet firm. 'No,' she whispered, voice laced with command, pulling me back to her.

'I want to feel you, all of you. Trust me?' The question carried emotional weight, her gaze searching, the trust we'd built in tense moments now tipping into surrender.

In the rush, the heat clouding my mind, I forgot the protection, nodding as her dominant energy washed over me. The risk heightened everything, the forbidden lust sharpening to a edge.

She guided me to the bed, pushing me down onto the sheets with a growl that sent shivers through me. I lay back, athletic frame tensing with anticipation, my own cock hard and aching against my stomach. Georgia climbed over me, straddling my hips, her thick cock brushing my skin—hot, heavy, promising.

'You're mine tonight,' she said softly, leaning down to kiss my neck, teeth grazing, her breath warm and ragged. The words stirred my emerging submissive side, the emotional intimacy of her taking control melting my resistance.