Lust in a Monologue—Black Rose

But I caught her hips, stopping her mid-movement. "That's gonna hurt your pussy," I warned, my voice lower now, more serious.

She blinked, like she hadn't even considered it. Yeah, she was that far gone.

Her hands were already on the hem of her top, and before I could even think about it, she was pulling it over her head. Skin on skin. And damn, she was grinding her bare against my cock through my pants—forget restraint, she was on a mission.

Then, without missing a beat, she undid my belt, her fingers moving fast. She lifted up, just enough for me to raise my hips, and—boom—pants down.

And through all of this? I was still driving. No swerves. No near-misses. Just smooth, effortless control. Because when you're a master at something, you don't fumble.

And then—just when I thought I'd seen everything—she did something I didn't expect. Well… maybe I did. Just not like this.