“I’m going to cut my hair.”
He stopped typing on his computer and looked up at me as I painted, eyebrows raised.
“No.”
I turn and look at him, mouth agape.
“Did you just tell me I couldn’t cut my hair?”
“Yes.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Yes I can.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because.”
“Because?”
“Yes. Because.”
“That’s not an answer Brian.”
“Yes it is.”
I plop the paintbrush into the paint can and wipe my hands on an old towel before walking over to him. He has gone back to typing and I stand in front of him, arms crossed.
“If you're going to TELL me I can't cut my hair I at least want a good reason why.”
He looks up at me slowly and leans back in his chair, tongue in cheek.
“Come here.” He demands.
I oblige and walk to him. He runs his hand up my paint stained arm, making small circles on my wrist and up to my elbow. I half close my eyes at his touch.
He traces his long fingers up and down my chest over my shirt, which causes me to shut my eyes all the way this time. I let out a small moan. His hand moves slowly downward and he caresses my now hardening cock through its denim dungeon.
I realize I am groaning now and when I finally reopen my eyes I realize the sounds that escaped my mouth caused me not to hear him unbuckling his pants and releasing his own hard on.
His hungry eyes meet mine and with one lustful move his hands have undone my jeans and pushed them to the floor. He grabs me and pulls me onto his lap, his cock twitching against my bare ass.
He reaches inside his desk drawer and takes out a condom and hands it to me.
“Put it on me.” He growls. Without hesitation I secure it onto his dick. He grabs my hips and lifts me slightly and gently lowers my ass onto his cock. He is slow at first, pushing into me with long thrusts. I grab his shoulders to balance myself and throw my head back moaning. I almost fall back and that’s when he does it.
He grabs my long, blonde, shaggy locks and holds on for dear life, as he starts fucking me harder and harder. I bury my fingertips into the back of his neck to hold on and his fingers grip tighter and tighter in my hair. The chair is moving with his thrusts and I am afraid for a brief moment its making marks on his beautiful hard wood floors. He doesn’t seem to care or notice so I shake the thought out of my mind.
I know I am going to come without him even touching my cock. He is buried so deep inside me with every thrust, hitting my sweet spot and causing my dick to twitch.
We are both grunting and sweating and he smashes my mouth onto his, his fingers still laced into my strands. His tongue dances with mine, causing spit to fly everywhere. I bite his lower lip as he fucks me harder and harder and he pulls my head back by my hair.
“Be a good boy.” He orders. I groan.
I know I am close and I look into his eyes with lust to tell him so. He gives me a devilish smirk and pounds harder and harder into my hole. One, two, three thrusts and I am gone shooting white streaks across his black wife beater. He throws his head back and I feel his cock pulsate inside me and he comes, grasping my hair tighter and tighter.
We gasp for air and I collapse onto him, my forehead on his shoulder. We both quiver at the aftershocks of our orgasms and he wraps his arms around me. We stay this way for a long time before I feel his dick start to soften and inch out of me. I hate that feeling.
His hands move up my back, over my sweat drenched t-shirt and he wraps his fingers in my hair again. He runs his fingers through it placing soft kisses on my neck as he does. He twirls it in his fingers and rubs my head gently. I moan softly and he kisses my up my neck to my face and finally reaches my mouth.
“That feels so good.” I murmur against his lips.
He pulls my head back and leans his forehead against mine. His eyes are intense and it makes me suck my breath in.
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