Take Control

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"Hi Shawny." I smiled innocently, walking into our bedroom as he laid on the bed, his shirt off, watching the television screen in front of him.

His body tensed up, and he sat up a bit, his eyes roaming my body wildly.

"Damn, you look good." He breathed, licking his bottom lip as he looked at me in nothing but black lace undergarments and his pale blue dress shirt.

"Thanks." I whispered, slowly approaching him.

I crawled into the bed as Shawn sat up, his hands gripping my bum as he pulled me closer to him.

"I want you," I whispered, leaning in to kiss his ear.

"I want you too." He replied, shutting his eyes gently as I nibbled on his earlobe.

He quickly flipped us over so that his large figure hovered over my small one.

"No, Shawn. I want to try something else." I pouted lightly, quickly sliding out from underneath him and pushing him onto his back.

"Oh, I see." A small smirk played on his rosy pink lips.

"I want to take control." Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip seductively, I unzipped his pants, revealing his prominently hard member in his briefs.

"Then take control." He smiled at me as I pecked his lips before stripping him of his undergarments as well.

He reached up, slowly taking off my lingerie, admiring my exposed body on top of his.

"Ready?" I bit my lip, running my cold fingertips along his tanned abdomen.

He smirked, throwing his head back into the pillows, his hands gripping my waist, "dominate me, baby girl."

I positioned myself above him, slowly lowering myself onto his hard length as the both of us let out a soft moan.

Pausing, I quickly adjusted myself before grinding my hips against his.

"Ugh, you're s-so tight." Shawn grunted, his fingers digging into my skin as my hands roamed his body.

Small moans left his lips as he continued to encourage me.

"Faster, princess, come on you can do it." The smile leaving his lips as they parted lightly, his head thrown back in pleasure.

Bouncing faster on his body, my hands traveled to his biceps, feeling up his body as the two of us were a moaning mess.

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