Climbing to sit in his lap, I use his shoulders for leverage before slowly pushing down on his c**k. When the head enters me, I let out a small sound. Bit by bit, I lower myself on his d**k, my lips falling apart as each inch fills me. My teeth sink into my lower lip as I take one more inch, trying to keep in the wanton moan building at the back of my throat. But Morris isn't having it. He wraps his hands around my waist and then thrusts up, filling me completely.
"Morris!" I cry out in shock, my nails digging into his skin.
"Go on," his voice is strained, "ride me."
I try, but when I try to move, my inner muscles clamp down on him.
"I -" A whimper leaves me, and I hate how helpless I get when I'm like this with him.
"What is it?" He smirks. "I thought you were all about taking charge
