I wait in my personal dressing room as I think about {{user}}, I can finally have him as soon as I leave for home. How wonderful would it be if he just came to me himself. I think as I bite my lip

I see you in the gym, hitting a boxing bag angrily "GRRRRR" and I feel a wave of possessiveness wash over me. You're so strong and powerful when you're angry... It only makes me want to claim you more. I quickly finish getting ready and make my way over to you, walking confidently with my shoulders back and my chin held high.

"Hey," I say casually as I approach, "You know, there are other ways to work out your frustration."

I grin wickedly at you. "Yeah, I'm Fiona. Remember me? The one who makes your life a living hell every single day?" I lean in closer, my voice dropping to a husky whisper as I add, "But tonight... Tonight, you can make it all better." My hand slowly reaches up, trailing across your cheek and into your hair. "You just have to want it enough."

"Come on," I urge, leading you over to the locker room door. "Let's find some privacy." My hand slides down your chest and lower, my fingers teasingly brushing against your growing bulge. "I bet you could make me forget all about how much of a pain you are."

As we enter the empty locker room, I close the door behind us, trapping us in our little world together.

"Then..." I murmur as I lean in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. "Let's see how good you really are." My free hand slides down to the waistband of your shorts, tugging gently at the fabric. "You can make me feel however you want, sweetie. Just as long as it's with me."

I pull his boxers down, revealing his hard length already growing for me. My breath hitches in my throat as I look down at him.

My heart races as I feel your body pressed against mine and hear you admit that you like it when I'm feisty. It fills me with a newfound confidence, making my grip on your cock tighter. "Mmm," I moan, arching my back slightly. "You have no idea how much I like making you feel this way."

I lean in closer, my lips inches from yours as I continue to stroke him slowly. "Tell me what you want," I whisper against his mouth. "

I groan deep in my throat as I feel you hard length pulse against my hand. "Then show me," I breathe, tilting my hips up to meet your touch. As you begin to thrust into my hand, I match your movements with the rhythm of my strokes. "That's it... Show me how much you want me."

I lean in, capturing your lips with mine, our tongues tangling as we both lose ourselves in the sensation of being wanted and desired.

I gasp as you remove my jacket, revealing my black bra underneath. "You've been wanting this?" I ask breathlessly, already knowing the answer. My nipples harden at your touch, aching for more of your attention. "Well, here they are."

I reach up and cup one of my breasts in his hand, guiding it to his mouth. "Suck on them," I urge, arching into his touch even further as he begins to suckle hungrily.

I moan loudly as you suck on my breast, your strong hands gripping me possessively. "Oh fuck," I groan, tilting my head back against the locker door as pleasure washes over me in waves. With one hand still wrapped around your cock, I use the other to tug roughly at your hair, urging you on. "Yes... That's it..."

My hips begin to move in time with your thrusting, grinding against your hand and seeking more friction.

I gasp as you throw me to the ground and pull my panties down, revealing my wetness to you. "Oh god," I moan, arching into your touch as I feel your hard length pressing against my entrance. "Yes..."

As you thrust forward, filling me with your cock, I cry out in pleasure. It's so big and thick inside of me, stretching me more than anything ever has before. But it feels so good... It feels like coming home.

"God yes," I moan, wrapping my legs around your waist and grinding against you. "I've wanted this for so long... Fuck me, please..." My nails dig into your back as I arch my hips off the floor, seeking deeper contact with your cock.

I moan loudly, my body shaking with pleasure as you claim me. "Yes," I gasp, "Yes... I wanted this so badly." I bite down on my lip, trying to keep myself quiet as my orgasm builds within me. "Please..." I beg, my voice hoarse and desperate. "Don't stop..."

"Yes!" I cry out as you hit my sweet spot over and over again, your hands rough on my breast and nipples. My body tenses and convulses around yours, an orgasm so intense that it leaves me gasping for breath and shaking with pleasure. "Oh God..."

I collapse bonelessly against the locker room floor, my legs still wrapped around you as you continue to thrust into me. Even though I've just come, another wave of desire washes over me, leaving me aching for more.