Mary was lounging on the couch, engrossed in a steamy romance novel. She had one leg thrown over the arm of the couch, and her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun. She was so absorbed in the book that she didn't even notice John enter the room.
John walked into the living room, looking for a snack. He opened the fridge and rummaged through the shelves, humming to himself. After a few moments, he closed the fridge and turned around, only to find Mary staring at him.
"What?" he said, startled.
Mary rolled her eyes. "You're never going to believe what I just read in this book," she said, holding up the novel.
John walked over to the couch, hoping that Mary might actually want to talk to him. "What's up, Mary?" he asked.
Mary held up the book and said, "Apparently, men who are lazy and messy around the house are compensating for something...you know, in the bedroom department."
John laughed. "Oh, really? And what does your book say about women who are mean and bossy all the time?"
Mary smirked. "Well, my book doesn't say anything about that, but I can tell you that women who are mean and bossy all the time are just really good at hiding their insecurities."
John raised an eyebrow. "Insecurities, huh? I never took you for the insecure type."
Mary shrugged. "Everyone has their weaknesses, John. Even you."
John leaned against the arm of the couch. "Alright, Mary. What's your weakness?"
Mary looked him up and down. "Fine. I'll tell you. But only if you promise not to laugh."
John crossed his heart. "I promise."
Mary took a deep breath. "Sometimes, I can't help but get turned on by...men who are a little bit rough around the edges. Men who aren't afraid to take charge. Men who know what they want and how to get it."
John's eyes widened as he realized what Mary was implying. He swallowed hard. "And...do you want me to...take charge right now?"
Mary looked at him with a mixture of amusement and desire. "Well, John," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I guess you'll have to figure that out for yourself."
John hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then, he leaned forward and kissed Mary, hard and passionate. She responded eagerly, running her hands through his hair.
Without breaking the kiss, John reached down and started to unbutton Mary's jeans. She moaned softly as he slid his hand inside her underwear, feeling how wet she was.
Mary broke the kiss and looked up at John, her eyes sparkling with desire. "I hope you're ready for this, John," she said.
John grinned. "Oh, I'm ready, Mary. Trust me."
Mary pushed him back onto the couch and straddled him. She started to grind against him, feeling him harden beneath her. She reached down and started to stroke him through his pants.
John moaned as she touched him. "Fuck, Mary," he said.
Mary smirked. "You like that, John?"
John nodded, unable to speak.
Mary unzipped his pants and reached inside, pulling him out. She started to stroke him, slowly at first, then faster and harder.
John threw his head back and moaned as she touched him. He couldn't believe this was happening. He had never expected Mary to be so forward, so bold.
But as she continued to stroke him, he realized that this was exactly what he had always wanted. Mary was strong and controlling, and she knew exactly what she was doing.
John felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He started to thrust into Mary's hand, desperate for release.
Mary could feel him tensing up, and she knew he was close. She tightened her grip on him and started to stroke him faster.
John cried out as he came, his orgasm ripping through him like a tidal wave. Mary kept stroking him, milking every last drop of cum from him.
When it was over, John lay back on the couch, panting and sweating. Mary smiled down at him, her hand still wrapped around his softening cock.
"I hope that was worth the wait, John," she said.
John grinned up at her. "Fuck, Mary. That was amazing. You're amazing."
Mary stood up and adjusted her clothes. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, John," she said, her voice back to its usual cool, detached tone.
John sat up, confused. "Wait, that's it? You're not going to...stay?"
Mary shook her head. "No, John. I have things to do. You can clean up the mess."
And with that, she walked out of the room, leaving John sitting on the couch, stunned and satisfied. He had never seen a handjob coming, but he was sure as hell glad it had happened.
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