Milf Craving Being Controlled

Justin's smirk faded, replaced by a firm expression that cut through the charged air between them. "Enough," he said, his voice low but sharp. The command made her pause, her teasing confidence faltering just slightly.

He stepped past her, his movements slow and deliberate, as if asserting control with every step. Without another word, he sank into the plush leather couch in the corner of the room, leaning back with a casual authority.

His dark eyes locked on hers, and he gestured with a slight tilt of his head. "Come here."

Adams hesitated for only a moment before walking toward him, the sway of her hips less playful now, more purposeful. Her confidence hadn't disappeared—it had just shifted, adapting to the situation.

She stopped in front of him, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders, catching the light like threads of spun metal.

"Kneel," Justin ordered, his tone calm but edged with command.

She lowered herself slowly feeling that Justin was done playing stupid games, her knees pressing into the thick carpet. Her hands rested lightly on her thighs as she knelt between his legs, looking up at him through her lashes. There was no mistaking the heat in her gaze, but there was something else too—a flicker of curiosity, as if she wasn't entirely sure where this was going but wasn't about to back down.

He had leverage on her, she knew it and she could only nod and the way things were turning...

Justin leaned forward, his hand brushing over her cheek before his fingers slid down to cup her jaw. His thumb traced her lower lip, the movement slow and deliberate. "You wanted to distract me," he said, his voice like velvet laced with steel. "Let's see how committed you are."

Her lips parted slightly at his touch, and when he leaned down, she tilted her head up to meet him. The kiss started soft, exploratory, but quickly deepened. Her lips were warm and tasted faintly of wine, the sweet tang mingling with something darker, more intoxicating.

His tongue brushed against hers, teasing, testing, before the kiss turned into a battle of control. Her hands slid up his legs, fingers curling against his thighs as she leaned into him. His hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her in place, not roughly but with enough force to remind her who was in charge.

As the kiss continued, Justin's free hand moved to the buttons of her blouse. His fingers worked with practiced ease, unfastening them one by one until the fabric parted, revealing the curve of her breasts and the delicate lace of her bra, the swell of her breasts were bigger now, they were neatly and nearly slipping out.

He pulled back just enough to take her in, his dark eyes lingering on her before flicking back to her face—she was sexy. This milf was nothing like the girls he was used to bed.

"You didn't wear this for business," he murmured, his tone dripping with amusement.

Adams smirked, her hands sliding up to his chest. "You're not exactly dressed to kill for just it office either," she shot back, her voice breathy but sharp.

With a deliberate slowness, she tugged at his collar, undoing the fisrt buttons. Her fingers moved to the other buttons of his shirt next, pushing the fabric aside to reveal the hard planes of his chest.

She trailed her nails lightly over his skin, earning a low hum of approval from him.

When she reached for his jacket, Justin sat up slightly, shrugging it off his shoulders before letting it fall to the side. She worked his shirt free of his shoulders next, leaving him bare from the waist up. Her lips found his again, the kiss deeper this time, more intense. Her tongue brushed against his, teasing, as her hands explored the warmth of his skin, the ridges of muscle beneath her fingertips.

Justin's hands weren't idle either. He slid his palms down her sides, fingers skimming the edge of her lace bra before moving lower, tracing the curve of her waist.

He pulled her closer, his grip firm but never rough, as if staking his claim without a word.

Between them, every touch, every kiss was a challenge, a question of who would give in first.

Justin's fingers trailed down her spine, slow and deliberate, the warmth of his touch seeping through her skin. Adams arched her back instinctively, her breath hitching as his nails lightly grazed the sensitive curve above her waistband.

A soft moan slipped from her lips, unbidden, and her cheeks flushed as she caught his smirk.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his tone a mix of amusement and something darker, more possessive.

His hands moved to the clasp of her bra, his fingers deftly undoing the hooks. The straps slid down her arms, the lace falling away to reveal her bare chest. Justin paused, his eyes drinking her in. Her breasts were full, firm, and impossibly perfect, the peaks hard and eager for his touch.

"Damn," he murmured, his voice low, reverent. His thumb brushed against the underside of one breast before he cupped it fully, the weight fitting perfectly in his hand, soft, full, firm and damn attractive, his fingers sinking in. "You really are something else."

Adams bit her lip, her breath uneven as she met his gaze. "You're not so bad yourself," she teased, though her voice wavered under his intense scrutiny.

Justin's grip tightened slightly, just enough to make her gasp. He swept her up effortlessly, cradling her against his chest before sitting back down on the couch with her straddling his lap. Her skirt rode up as her legs settled on either side of him, the smooth skin of her thighs brushing against his pants.

Her hands rested on his shoulders for balance, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Justin's hands roamed freely now—one sliding up her back to cup her neck, tilting her head slightly as he leaned in to kiss her collarbone. The other hand moved to her ass, his fingers gripping firmly, pulling her closer against him.

Adams let out a soft moan as his lips traveled lower, kissing the curve of her breast before taking her nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked against the sensitive peak, drawing another moan from her, louder this time. She clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as his free hand explored, kneading her flesh with a mastery that left her breathless.

"Fuck~, Justin~," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "You know exactly what you're doing, don't you~~?"

He chuckled against her skin, his breath warm and teasing. "You're just figuring that out?" His hand on her ass squeezed again, his fingers tracing small, deliberate circles that made her hips twitch against him.

Her moans became more frequent, her body responding to every calculated move he made.

Justin's confidence only grew as he shifted his attention, his lips alternating between her breasts while his hand slid down her thigh, fingers brushing dangerously close to the edge of her skirt.

"You've been craving this," he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with dominance. "Someone who knows exactly how to take control. Isn't that right?"

Adams could only nod, her usual confidence melting under his touch. She's an experienced escort and most of the times she did most of the work for the rich clients. She gripped his arms tightly, her body pressing against him as if trying to get even closer.

Justin smirked, satisfied. His hands continued their exploration, one sliding back up her spine while the other trailed under her skirt, his touch firm but teasing. "Good girl," he said softly, his tone sending a shiver down her spine.