I watch as Hayden’s eyes light up with excitement, knowing that we’re about to indulge in one of our favorite fantasies. Our consensual non-consent kink is something we’ve carefully negotiated and agreed upon, and it’s always an intense, passionate experience.
“Are you ready, Gemma?” he asks, his voice low and husky. I nod, my heart racing with anticipation.
Hayden starts by slowly undressing me, his fingers grazing my skin as he reveals more and more of my body. I can feel myself growing wetter with every touch, my breath hitching in my throat.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips finding my neck as he continues to strip me bare. I moan, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as I pull him closer.
But then, suddenly, Hayden pulls away. I open my eyes to see him stripping off his own clothes, his eyes locked on mine as he reveals his hard, muscular body. I can’t help but stare, my mouth going dry at the sight of him.
“Do you want me, Gemma?” he asks, his voice full of confidence and dominance. I nod, my pussy clenching with need.
“Beg for it,” he commands, his eyes challenging me. I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Please, Hayden,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “Fuck me. I need you inside me.”
Hayden’s eyes darken with desire as he closes the distance between us. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close as his lips crash against mine. I moan, my tongue meeting his as we devour each other.
But then, just as suddenly, Hayden pulls away again. I whimper, my body aching for his touch.
“Not yet,” he says, his voice full of control. “I want to savor every moment of this.”
He starts to explore my body with his hands and mouth, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin as his lips and tongue worship every inch of me. I writhe beneath him, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
“Please, Hayden,” I beg, my voice hoarse with need. “I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside me.”
Hayden’s eyes flash with desire as he positions himself at my entrance. He teases me, his tip just barely breaching my folds as he torments me with the promise of what’s to come.
“Beg for it,” he says again, his voice low and commanding. I moan, my hips bucking up to meet him.
“Please, fuck me,” I beg, my voice desperate. “I need you inside me. I need to feel you filling me up.”
Hayden finally relents, thrusting deep inside me with a groan. I cry out, my nails digging into his back as he starts to pound into me with a fierce, primal need.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, my hips meeting his with every stroke. I can feel myself building towards an explosive climax, my body tensing with pleasure.
“Come for me, Gemma,” Hayden growls, his voice full of dominance and control. “I want to feel you coming all over my dick.”
With one final, powerful thrust, I shatter, my orgasm ripping through me with a force that leaves me breathless and trembling. Hayden follows soon after, his own release triggering another, smaller orgasm from me as he fills me up with his hot, sticky cum.
We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat and cum as we struggle to catch our breath. I look up at Hayden, my eyes full of gratitude and love.
“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.
“Anytime, Gemma,” he replies, his voice full of affection. “Anytime.”
And as we lay there, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating in time, I know that our consensual non-consent kink is just one of the many things that makes our relationship so special and so passionate.
I watch as Hayden’s eyes light up with excitement, knowing that we’re about to indulge in one of our favorite fantasies. Our consensual non-consent kink is something we’ve carefully negotiated and agreed upon, and it’s always an intense, passionate experience.
“Are you ready, Gemma?” he asks, his voice low and husky. I nod, my heart racing with anticipation.
Hayden starts by slowly undressing me, his fingers grazing my skin as he reveals more and more of my body. I can feel myself growing wetter with every touch, my breath hitching in my throat.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips finding my neck as he continues to strip me bare. I moan, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as I pull him closer.
But then, suddenly, Hayden pulls away. I open my eyes to see him stripping off his own clothes, his eyes locked on mine as he reveals his hard, muscular body. I can’t help but stare, my mouth going dry at the sight of him.
“Do you want me, Gemma?” he asks, his voice full of confidence and dominance. I nod, my pussy clenching with need.
“Beg for it,” he commands, his eyes challenging me. I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Please, Hayden,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “Fuck me. I need you inside me.”
Hayden’s eyes darken with desire as he closes the distance between us. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close as his lips crash against mine. I moan, my tongue meeting his as we devour each other.
But then, just as suddenly, Hayden pulls away again. I whimper, my body aching for his touch.
“Not yet,” he says, his voice full of control. “I want to savor every moment of this.”
He starts to explore my body with his hands and mouth, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin as his lips and tongue worship every inch of me. I writhe beneath him, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
“Please, Hayden,” I beg, my voice hoarse with need. “I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside me.”
Hayden’s eyes flash with desire as he positions himself at my entrance. He teases me, his tip just barely breaching my folds as he torments me with the promise of what’s to come.
“Beg for it,” he says again, his voice low and commanding. I moan, my hips bucking up to meet him.
“Please, fuck me,” I beg, my voice desperate. “I need you inside me. I need to feel you filling me up.”
Hayden finally relents, thrusting deep inside me with a groan. I cry out, my nails digging into his back as he starts to pound into me with a fierce, primal need.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, my hips meeting his with every stroke. I can feel myself building towards an explosive climax, my body tensing with pleasure.
“Come for me, Gemma,” Hayden growls, his voice full of dominance and control. “I want to feel you coming all over my dick.”
With one final, powerful thrust, I shatter, my orgasm ripping through me with a force that leaves me breathless and trembling. Hayden follows soon after, his own release triggering another, smaller orgasm from me as he fills me up with his hot, sticky cum.
We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat and cum as we struggle to catch our breath. I look up at Hayden, my eyes full of gratitude and love.
“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.
“Anytime, Gemma,” he replies, his voice full of affection. “Anytime.”
And as we lay there, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating in time, I know that our consensual non-consent kink is just one of the many things that makes our relationship so special and so passionate.
