Taking Control

Lena’s POV 🌸

Adrian ordered again. It felt like we haven’t seen each other for a while. My thumb hovered over the “Accept” button for almost a minute. I knew what would happen if I went there. My body knew too. I accepted it anyway.

***

When I reached his door, I knocked twice. No answer. I waited, then knocked again. Still nothing.

Heart racing, I turned the handle and stepped inside.

The penthouse was dimly lit. I could hear the sound of running water shutting off in the bathroom. I placed the delivery bag on the kitchen island and was about to call out when the bathroom door opened.

Adrian walked out completely naked.

Water droplets ran down his sculpted chest, over his defined abs, and lower. His cock hung heavy between his muscular thighs — thick, long, and already half-hard. He was drying his hair with a towel when he noticed me standing there, frozen.

A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face.

“Well… look who let herself in,” he said, voice deep and amused. “Didn’t expect you to be so bold tonight, Lena.”

My mouth went dry. Heat flooded my face and pooled heavily between my legs. I couldn’t stop staring. He looked like sin personified — tall, wet, and completely unashamed.

“I… I knocked,” I whispered, my voice breathy. “You didn’t answer.”

He dropped the towel and walked toward me slowly, his cock swaying with each step. My nipples tightened painfully against my bra.

“And you decided to come inside anyway,” he murmured, stopping just inches away. “Naughty girl. Are you staring at my cock, Lena?”

I bit my lip, thighs pressing together. The ache between my legs was becoming unbearable.

“Yes,” I admitted, surprising myself with how honest I sounded.

Adrian’s eyes darkened. “Then do something about it.”

That was all the permission I needed.

I dropped to my knees right there in the middle of his living room, still wearing my delivery jacket. I wrapped my hand around his thick cock, feeling it twitch and harden fully in my grip. It was heavy, hot, and veined. I stroked him slowly from base to tip, watching a bead of precum form at the head.

Adrian groaned softly. “That’s it… touch me, baby.”

I leaned forward and swirled my tongue around the head, tasting him. Then I took him into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then deeper. I bobbed my head, taking more of him each time, my hand stroking what I couldn’t fit.

“Fuck, Lena…” he hissed, one hand gently threading through my hair. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

I moaned around him, the vibration making him twitch. For the first time, I wasn’t shy. I wasn’t overthinking. I sucked him harder, faster, hollowing my cheeks and taking him deeper until he hit the back of my throat. Saliva dripped down my chin as I worked him eagerly, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact.

Adrian’s breathing grew ragged. “Good girl… just like that.”

I pulled off with a wet pop, stroking him fast with both hands while licking and sucking his balls. His low groans spurred me on. I felt powerful. Wet. Completely soaked.

Suddenly, he pulled me up and kissed me hungrily, tasting himself on my tongue. His hands moved quickly, unzipping my delivery jacket and tossing it aside. My shirt followed. He unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts, and groaned as he palmed them, thumbs brushing my hard nipples.

“These are perfect,” he muttered, leaning down to suck one into his mouth.

I moaned loudly, arching into him. While he worshipped my breasts, I pushed my jeans and panties down myself, kicking them off. I was completely naked in front of him.

Adrian tried to lift me, but I pushed him back toward the couch instead.

“Sit,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady.

His eyebrows rose in pleasant surprise, but he obeyed, sitting back with his thick cock standing proudly.

I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. I gripped his cock and rubbed the head up and down my soaked pussy, teasing both of us. Then I slowly sank down onto him.

“Oh my God…” I moaned loudly as he stretched me open. Inch by inch, I took him until he was buried deep inside me. The fullness was incredible.

I didn’t wait. I started riding him hard — rolling my hips, grinding, bouncing on his cock with abandon. My breasts bounced with every movement. Adrian groaned, gripping my ass tightly, but he let me stay in control.

“Fuck, Lena… ride me just like that,” he growled.

I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and fucked him faster. The wet sounds of my pussy taking his cock filled the room. Every thrust hit deep, rubbing against that perfect spot inside me.

I was loud. Shameless. Moaning and whimpering without holding back.

Adrian sucked on my nipples while I rode him, one hand slipping between us to rub my clit. The pleasure built fast and intense.

“I’m close—” I gasped, riding him even harder.

“Cum for me, baby,” he groaned. “Let me feel this tight pussy squeeze my cock.”

My orgasm exploded through me. I cried out, body shaking as I came hard, my walls pulsing rhythmically around him. I kept riding him through it, chasing every last wave.

Adrian cursed, gripping my hips tightly as he thrust up into me. With a deep groan, he came hard, flooding me with hot, thick spurts of cum.

I collapsed against his chest, both of us breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat.

For the first time, I didn’t feel guilty.

I felt alive.