The Warrior Queen

The bedroom

Dean entered his bedroom with his c**k already hard, anticipating the moment. His "catch of the day" was a busty blonde, with pale blue eyes, that was sprawled on his bed, naked in all her glory, with her perky n*****s hardened and her p***y ready and willing, but it hardly registered with him.

- You took so long, she whined. I had to take care of myself a couple of times. Hope that's okay.

- That's actually great. It saves me the trouble, Dean said reaching for his belt.

He unbuckled quickly, and let his pants fall to his knees, followed by his boxers. His c**k was hard and throbbing as he took it out and gestured for her to get in front of him.

- Get on your knees and suck it.

The woman stretched like a cat in what she thought was a display of sexuality, and passion, reaching for his c**k.

- No! No hands. Only use your mouth.

- It's huge! I can't handle all of that.

Dean felt his patience wearing thin. Damn it all to hell, he just wanted his c**k sucked, not a conversation, or compliments on his d**k.

- Suck. It. Or. Get. The. f**k. Out! I'm not in the mood for games.

With a theatrical sigh, the woman let herself fall to her knees in front of him, and with practiced moves took the tip of his d**k in her mouth and started sucking.

- Harder! He ordered. Faster and harder!

Her head was now bobbing up and down, but barely taking half of him in her mouth. It wasn't enough. He grabbed her hair with one hand and started f*****g her mouth roughly, pushing himself all the way in her throat, but it still wasn't enough.

With one move, he picked her up and threw her on the bed, then got on top of her. She was panting hard and her p***y was dripping wet, ready and willing to take his giant c**k. He only paused to pull out a condom from his nightstand and put it on, slamming so hard into her, that it only took one move to be balls deep, inside her p***y.

Her back arched and a scream of pure pleasure erupted from her chest as Dean's c**k stretched her out.

He was pounding hard, chasing his release, but in reality, he didn't feel much. The woman underneath him was moaning and shaking, coming apart with his every move, and he didn't care.

Just as abruptly as he entered her, he got up, and took the condom off. He was still rock hard, throbbing and pulsing, but there was nothing she could do about it.

- Get dressed and leave. The party is downstairs, he said, almost with hatred. He knew he was humiliating her, and he didn't care one bit. She was the one that threw herself at him, she suggested waiting for him in his bedroom, and she should accept the consequences.

- But, I didn't finish, she whined, her voice grating his nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

- I never said you would, he said coldly, and she understood she had overstayed her welcome. Now, be so kind and get the f**k out of my room.

He laid on his back, on the bed, not sparing her a single look, as she gathered her clothes and got dressed. Only when she was out of his bedroom did he take his pants and boxers all the way off, and took his d**k in his hand.

He gave himself long, slow strokes, his eyes hooded, looking inward at a distant memory. His hand started moving faster, his balls tightened, but not a single moan escaped his lips. Only when he found his release, shooting his sperm on his belly, did he utter a single word, that sounded like a sigh: "Melanie".