A Writer By The Loosest Definition

Both of his hands were gripping your neck tighlty, choking you hard, while yours were tied by the wrist to the headboard of the bed with his belt. His dick went in and out at a quick speed while muttering "Take it. Fucking take it." over and over against your lips.

Your poor mind had stopped working completely by the third orgasm and this would be your fifth…? Or maybe sixth, you couldn't remember. You couldn't take away your gaze from his eyes, without being able to stop crying from the pleasure and overstimulation, lips red by his bites in them and parted, gasping for air. He was like a fucking wolf and you were so helpless but as always, loving every second.

Chris was consumed by the desire and need for you, and it showed in everything he did. Rough and dominant, his hands on your neck to control your air, his body taking what he wanted from you. He was barely in control himself, determined to prove that you were his, and he was going to make damn sure you knew it. His breath came in ragged gasps as he drove into you, his words dripped like honey from his lips. 

"Take everything I give you,” he repeated in a low, almost growl-like voice, his eyes locked onto yours. He had never felt anything like this before, the power and control he had over you making his body and mind feel wild and alive. With each powerful thrust into you, he pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm, his hands gripping you tighter as he guided you towards it, your walls squeezing his dick with more intensity than the previous ones, making a river of drool fall from the corners of your lips. “I… I…” you could say before his hands took the air out of you for a few seconds so that you felt everything more intensely.

The sheets beneath you, if already soaked, became even more when Chan pulled out to deny himself another orgasm and let your squirt out. Your vision began to blur when after a couple more seconds he re-entered, continuing with the same rhythm of an animal in heat. He was a man possessed, lost in the primal desire he felt for you, focused on one thing and one thing only; your pleasure. He was determined to push you to the edge again and again, to make you feel the most intense pleasure you had ever felt before. 

He looked down at you. The sight of you completely as his mercy made his heart race even faster. “You… Look so… Intoxicated. So pretty.” His words no longer formed complete sentences as he kept pumping into you. He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, he had gone too far, and he was too far gone as you kept whimpering brokenly. 

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, his mind full of thoughts of how much you trusted him, how you let him take complete control. “Again” he growled, “One more… Baby, one more…. Y-yeah?” His eyes fixed on yours, his intense gaze piercing through the haze of pleasure. You saw, between tears and broken moans, how he licked his lower lip before taking advantatge of your open mouth to spit on it, which made your walls clench more around him. It was a primal, erotic gesture, one that made him even more wild and possessive. He was teetering on the edge again, wanting his release, but he wasn’t going to let himself go just yet. 

“That’s right, baby” he crooned in a low groan. He didn’t even have to say anything else. Your body spoke for itself, responding like an instrument that only he knew how to play. And he was going to play you like a damn maestro, bringing you to a level of ectasy that you didn't even know was possible.

When Chris was sure you were right there, teetering on the edge with him again, he leaned in close to your ear, breathing heavily, his voice dropping to a whisper, “Come for me” he commanded, “Come now and I’ll follow you right over.” 

He couldn’t hold back any longer and as if his words were a spell, you came again that night, milking him in such a delicious way as your body trembled with pleasure and it was the last straw from Chan. With a guttural groan, he gave you once more, burying himself deep inside you. He felt like he was seeing stars, his body shaking as his own release hit him hard, “Oh God, baby…” he gasped, letting out a shaky breath and loosening his grip on your neck, “Oh, God… So good.” 

He had given you everything he had, completely and totally, and both of you knew that you were in just as much of a blissed out state as the other. He collapsed on top of you, his heart racing like wildfire, nuzzling his face into your neck, taking a moment to catch his breath before he finally lifted his head and looked at you with adoring eyes.

You looked at him with watery red eyes and wet cheeks of a reddish color with a small, satisfied smile on your lips, the same smile that he loved so much.