CHAPTER 53: SERAPHINA WANTS TO BE THE DOMINANT ONE

Seraphina’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, her mind racing with the thought that she didn’t have to wait until nightfall to turn the tables.

The couch was right here, a perfect stage for her to take control, to tease him until he begged. She stood up, pushed against Xavier’s chest with a firm but playful shove, guiding him to lie back on the soft cushions, his body stretching out beneath her like an offering she couldn’t resist. He complied, his gaze curious, her smile widened, sultry and knowing.

Straddling him in cowgirl style, her thighs hugging his hips, she hovered just above his throbbing length, the heat of her core so close but not quite touching. Xavier’s breath caught, expecting her to lower herself fully, but instead, she began to move, her juicy pink folds gliding along his shaft in a slow, deliberate grind.

The slick friction was torturous, her wetness coating him as she rocked her hips with a sexy sway that made her breasts bounce gently, her body a vision of temptation.

’Fuck,’ Xavier cursed inwardly, his mind reeling.

How had she come up with this? It was straight out of those advanced techniques he’d seen in his wildest fantasies back on Earth, the kind that drove men to the brink, forcing them to plead for mercy.

And here she was, using it on him, her eyes locked on his with a triumphant gleam. Maybe all his teasing had awakened this side of her, this yearning to dominate, to make him crave her as desperately as she craved him. But he wouldn’t give in. No, he’d show her the iron willpower of Earth’s number one pornstar, holding back even as his cock twitched against her, aching to bury itself inside her warm, tight depths.

Seraphina placed her hands on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles over his skin, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath her palms. She humped him with increasing rhythm, her folds parting slightly with each slide, teasing the head of his dick without granting entry.

The sensation was maddening for both of them—the slick heat building, her clit rubbing against his length in a way that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her core.

Xavier’s mind screamed for more, his hips instinctively bucking once, but he forced himself still, maintaining a straight face, his jaw clenched against the wild desire raging inside him. He wanted nothing more than to flip her over and thrust deep, but this was her game, and he’d let her play it out.

She continued riding him like that for what felt like an eternity, her hips undulating in a hypnotic rhythm, her breaths coming in soft pants. But as she glanced down at his expressionless face, a hollow ache bloomed in her chest.

Where was the desperation she craved? The moans, the pleas?

’Maybe I should have just taken him in,’ she thought, the last thing she wanted was for him to remain so composed, so unaffected. Still, she’d started this, and pride kept her going—she wanted to see how long he’d last before begging for it.

But the truth was, the tease was backfiring. The friction against her sensitive folds only heightened her own need, her pussy throbbing with emptiness, yearning to be filled.

She desired it more than he seemed to, the ache building until it was unbearable. Deciding to quicken things, she leaned forward, her lips finding the curve of his neck, sucking gently at first, then harder, leaving a faint mark as her tongue swirled over his skin.

Her fingers trailed up to his magnificent Adam’s apple, playing with it teasingly, feeling it bob under her touch as he swallowed hard.

"So, Xavier," she whispered hotly into his ear, her voice a sultry breath that made his cock twitch against her, "do you want to be inside me?"

"Yes," he replied, his voice steady, his face still straight, though his eyes burned with restrained fire.

"Okay," she said quickly, her resolve crumbling as she reached down, guiding his dick to her entrance and sinking onto him in one swift motion. The stretch was immediate, delicious, filling her completely and chasing away the hollow feeling in an instant.

Xavier chuckled, low and teasing, as he felt her walls clench around him. "Hehe, You can’t even seduce me properly."

"Shut up!" Seraphina retorted, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment, but the words were half-hearted, lost in the haze of pleasure as his length slid deeper, inch by inch.

As he buried himself fully, the embarrassment faded like mist, replaced by a wave of ecstasy that made her tremble, nearly collapsing onto his chest.

"Tsshh," she hissed through her teeth, sucking in a slow breath, her body quivering as pleasure coursed through her veins. The need in her pussy vanished instantly, replaced by a fullness that felt like home.

Her face contorted in bliss, eyes fluttering shut as she moaned, "Ah yes! This is the feeling I’ve been longing for."

She was already moaning like a slut for his dick, even though it hadn’t been long since she’d sucked him off—somehow, that had only amplified her desire, making her crave him more fiercely than ever. The warmth of him inside her was intoxicating, her walls gripping him tightly, pulsing with every subtle shift.

"Fuck!" Xavier groaned, the sound escaping despite himself. Her insides were as warm and refreshing as ever, a velvet vice that made his toes curl. He wanted to move, to thrust up and drill her from below, but Seraphina pinned him with her weight, her thighs clamping down, giving him no space.

He could lift her ass with his arms and take control, but no—he wanted her to succumb on her own, to realize her little dominating mission was doomed.

So he lay there, drinking in her amazing figure from below: her milky breasts heaving with each breath, nipples erect and begging for attention, her perfect milfy curves swaying as she adjusted. The ahegao expression on her face as she relished his cock was pure art, her eyes half-lidded, lips parted in silent awe before she began to move.