Imagine wrestling with your brat, and he’s bigger than you, and stronger than you. You promise that whoever wins gets to do whatever they want and be the top for the night.
And then, when he pins you, and you admit that he’s won, he looks a little lost, like he’s not sure where to begin. You smirk, and raise a brow at him. “You won, pup. What now? You can pin me, but you don’t know what to do with me?”
He blushes adorably, and stammers a bit, still looking lost. You coo at him, and grind your hips up into his teasingly. “Such a big, strong boy.” You sit up slowly and peck his lips, and when he sighs and goes in for more, you quickly flip him onto his back and straddle him.
He blinks several times, stunned.
“There, that’s better.” You lean down and nip at his ear. “You and I both know this is where you belong anyway, isn’t it, puppy?”
Well of course you can.
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