The music producer

You kiss at me rabidly. Dart your tongue into my mouth. I tell you to stop that. I don't like it that way. You laugh at me but listen. There's hope in that fragment of information. You're playing with my hair and that feels exquisite, scratching my scalp, pulling your fingers through the soft blackness, stroking it away from my face, it's easy to ignore the indiscretion. It's easy to melt into the moment.

We go to bed together continue to kiss. I ask you to take off your jeans, your cock looks hard and heavy, it curves towards your stomach in an appealing arch. I slide it into my mouth. You mumble an expletive. Push your hips up. I think it must feel good. I hope it does.

I run my hand down your thigh, tight with woven muscle, your right leg is covered in a large grey tattoo, I glance over it as I'm pleasuring you. You're adorned in images of fire, anguish ghoulish faces, brutal clawed hands, swirls of smoke and brimstone. I smile to myself and choke on your cock.

We take off more clothes, my underwear, your t-shirt. Your body is fucking delicious, globes of muscle bulge from your upper arms and shoulders, wrapped in a layer of creamy soft skin. Your chest is taught, broad, smooth toned stomach, dips where your groin begins, I just want to touch you. I can sense how strong you are, they way you guide my head, holding firmly but without aggression, as I slide my mouth up and down your cock.

You slip your hand in between my legs and start to touch me. I'm wet and excited. I ask if you'll fuck me, on my knees, you happily oblige. You push in. Mmm, fuck that feels good. Your thrusts are hard and relentless. You keep pushing. You lean over and hold onto the back of my neck. You cram my face into the pillows. Mm yes please. You penetrate me like this until I come in an aching wet contraction. Moaning into the bed. A breathless raising pitch of ecstasy. We break momentarily. I lie on my back, catch my breath, grin at you, you push back inside me. This feels so good. I whisper that in you're ear, I run my tongue up your neck, I can taste sweat, I kiss your throat, big open mouthed kisses. You pin my hands to me sides, you're very strong, you don't break for a moment. You just keep fucking my pussy, spasms and wetness and pain as you push deep.

You lean back. Rap your hand around my throat and start to squeeze. I stare at you. My eyes flutter. I smile and moan. I can feel it starting to get hard to think, a wash of white, fade, fade and back. You loosen your grip. I gush and come against you and all over the bed.

"Sit on my lap".

I squat flat on my feet over your cock and push down.

"Fuck". You've sworn at me relentlessly throughout this process. It must feel good then. It seems good. At points you tell me not to stop. There's no whisper of humility in it, like when I beg for pleasure. It's a straight cold command.

"Don't stop".

I wouldn't. You hold my hips tightly, thrust into my hole, you're so strong, your arms, I hold them tightly and feel the muscles contract.

We switch again. I go back to sucking you. Deep, fast, choke, working with my hand as well. I can feel the tension in your body. The desire to come. I tease you. You jam your cock deep into my throat. Grip the back of my head.

"Don't fuck around".

My cunt vibrates in deep contraction. The way you talk to me, it's delicious.

You pull my head back, you tell me you're going to fuck me again, back on my knees, you do, a few more minutes of pleasure, but it's stopped being about me now, it's about you, your cock, your orgasm, my body is a vessel. My head is flying, tripping on its happy wave, my body pumps with blood and desire, red, the colour of control, emergency, make it happen.

You pull from me. Turn me around. I look at your eyes, dark and desperate and wild. The squeak of the bed an irritating distraction.

"Come here", I say.

I kneel on the floor, at the foot of the bed, you stand in front of me, you get the picture, jerking your cock aggressively jamming it between my lips and down my throat, I act as a canvas, a glass to fill, to cover, spill all over. I open my mouth, look up at you, green doe eyes, darkly lashed. Come for me.

You cover me, splatter all over my mouth, my chin, my chest and stomach, strings and ribbons of finale. A pretty come shot. I grip your thigh. Your muscles are tight and twisted, ragged breath, you feel so good underneath my palm, so strong, so in control.