"Surrendering is intentionally laying down the power I possess. And have I considered that the power I lay down is often more powerful than that which I'm laying it down in front of? Therefore, I would be wise to recognize that surrender is less the absence of power and more the presence of fear."
― Craig D. Lounsbrough
"Paying the rent."
"My fiancee is downstairs." He had warned. His apartment was directly below my own. We were having sound issues. Mostly coming from me.
"Don't worry, I won't keep you long."
I had then forced myself down on his projected member without insuring my own proper lubrication. I wanted to get it over with and done. I tried to ride him in hopes it was worth the two hundred dollars I was short in the rent. He was thicker than my ex. He was longer too. Circumcised.
He hissed when I tried to get my pussy to accept the fact there wasn't going to be any foreplay, just straight fucking. His hands were still glued to my waist, and not once did he venture to squeeze my ass, or suck my tit, or kiss me. He kept his eyes mostly locked on my face. Every time I opened my eyes I could tell he was into it. He hadn't made any other sound since the initial one.
After two minutes, I began to loosen up. I began to find my pace the more I increased and slowed. For one straight minute, I only allowed his latex covered tip before plunging down to the base. His response was noticeable to both acts because his eyes were glued to watching what he could see before engaging me with a look becoming more hooded and less focused. Still, no sound other than his breathing becoming denser. I found myself charting the time and speed of my own impending orgasm due to his allowing me to discover what I needed without his active participation.
Five minutes later, I couldn't control where I was headed. I felt as if I were being carried away by a massive wave. I stifled myself from calling out, barely keeping mute. Only a strained whisper directly in his ear had escaped me as my body shook. "Dammmn, babbbby!" I had cried out into his ear. I was afraid to look at him again. I was bare, open to him. It was unexpected. I was ashamed. Was this worth paying the rent?