Dominance - r18

He couldn't believe the maid, who had once been so proper and reserved, was now kneeling before him with her tongue moving out to taste him. The sight was too much for him to handle, and he pushed her head down, guiding her to take him into her mouth.

Emma's eyes widened, but she didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth and took his cock inside as her warm wetness enveloped him in.

Julian's eyes rolled back in his head as she began to suck, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. He could feel the tension building in his balls. The pressure growing with every second.

He took a firm grip on her hair, guiding her movements, urging her to go faster, to take him deeper. She obeyed, her mouth moving in time with his silent commands, her cheeks reddening with the effort.

He began to move his hips, pushing himself further into her mouth, and she took him eagerly, her throat working around his thick cock. Julian's eyes rolled back in his head, a low moan escaping his lips as she took him in deeper.

Her nose brushed against the soft hairs at the base of his cock, her breaths muffled by his cock. The sound of her sucking his cock filled the room.

the tension in his body built and he felt his climax approaching. Julian's grip on her hair tightened, and with a final loud moan he cummed inside her mouth.

Thick cum shot into her mouth filling her to the brim. She was shocked initially, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Swallow it," he instructed, his voice deep with desire.

Emma with her mind racing did as she was told. She swallowed as the salty taste of him filled her mouth and throat. She found a strange attraction in his dominance, and her own submission.

Julian watched her with his eyes dark with pleasure, as she complied with his command.

Then with a gentle push, Julian laid her back on the bed. The mattress dipped beneath their combined weight. Emma felt a mix of excitement as he positioned himself between her legs.

His cock, thick and hard, nudged against her folds, leaving a trail of pre-cum that made her slick and ready. Julian teased her as the head of his cock slid along her wetness without penetrating. Her eyes grew wider with frustration, her breath hitched in her throat, and her teeth biting her lower lip to hold back a whine of need.

She arched her hips upward, silently begging him to fill her, to claim her fully as she knew he wanted to. But he didn't, his smirk telling her he was enjoying her desperation.

He leaned over her and whispered in a low but commanding tone, "Beg for it, Emma. Tell me what you want."

His breath was a warm caress against her cheek, his words sent a shiver of anticipation through her.

Emma's eyes searched his, the blue irises swirling with a mix of desire and something else, something deeper. Then, with a tremble in her voice, she whispered,

"Please, my lord... I want you inside me."

It was a word of surrender to the moment, and Julian felt his heart flutter in response.

With a low growl, Julian positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy, feeling the heat of her desire against the sensitive skin. He pushed in slowly, watching her face intently for any signs of pain or discomfort.

Emma's eyes squeezed shut, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as she felt him stretching her, filling her more than she had ever been before. The pain was sharp.

"Ahh... my lord, it's... it's so big," she whimpered, her voice thick with lust.

Julian paused for a moment, giving her body time to adjust to his size. He felt her walls quiver around him, the tightness making him even harder.

"Relax, Emma," he murmured, his voice gentle despite the need that pounded through his veins. "Take me in, let me show you how good it can be."

Emma took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet his intense gaze. Julian began to move, his hips rocking in a slow rhythm that made her moan with every thrust.

With each thrust, he pushed deeper. The room was alive with their combined moans and the scent of their desire heavy in the air. The sound of their bodies meeting was the only thing that was audible.

Her nails dug into his back, leaving scars in his skin as she arched beneath him. 

Julian increased his pace, his movements growing more urgent as the heat between them built to a fever pitch. Emma's cries grew more desperate, her body trembling with the force of her pleasure.

"Ahh, yes," she moaned. Julian felt himself getting closer to the edge, the pressure in his balls building.

Emma's pussy felt like a vice around him, tight and slick, fighting to accommodate his size. With each thrust Emma felt a new wave of pain filled pleasure, a sensation that had her toes curling and her eyes squeezed shut.

Her moans grew louder, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to fuel him further. Julian felt his control slipping with the need to claim her fully and to mark her as his.

He thrusted into her with more force, his cock stretching her to the limits of her endurance.

"Your pussy is so tight, Emma," he shouted.

The words seemed to break something within her, and she let out a keening cry, her body shuddering as she climaxed around him. Her pussy clenched down on him, her muscles milking his cock as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure.

Emma felt a flash of humiliation at his words as the reality of their situation crashing down on her. She was a married woman, a mother, and here she was being fucked by her young lord.

Yet, the feeling of his cock inside her, the power he wielded, and his dominance fueled by the promise of the points from the MILF SYSTEM, it was a heady combination that had her body betraying any sense of reasoning she had ever known.

Despite the guilt that tugged at her heart, she could not deny the pleasure that he brought her.

With a gasp, she whispered, "It feels... it feels incredible."

Julian's eyes lit up with victory with a fierce smile spreading across his face.

"Tell me, Emma," he growled, "How does it feel to be fucked by your young lord?"

His words were a challenge. It was a demand for her to fully accept the depravity of their situation.

"It... it feels so good, my lord," she shouted, the words tearing from her throat as his strokes grew harder.