Mrs. Kroll

Your face heats in embarrassment. The words just kind of… slipped out. You look up at his wide eyes above you, loose strands of his hair dangling high over your face framed by your calves on his shoulders. His chest heaves slightly, and you can feel him twitch inside your pussy when you unconsciously clench down.

Too late to take it back, you press on.

“I want you to use me.” You say, trying to sound more confident this time. His fingers trail up and down your thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he processes your request. You can see the cogs turning in his brain.

A little squeak sneaks from you when Rex presses into you further, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. His expression of shock and mild confusion has started to turn into something darker. Something you don’t think you’ve ever seen on him before, especially not outside of battle.

He leans over you now, effectively folding you in half while supporting his weight on his hands positioned on either side of your skull. He takes care to move any wayward locks of hair out of his way, much more interested in that task than the way you’re contracting around his dick and stifling breathy moans as he bottoms out.

Rex’s voice is nearly casual when he speaks; “Ya know, I really like to think of myself as more of a giver than a taker.” He punctuates the thought with the slow drawing back of his hips, the fullness retreating teasingly slowly.

You squirm under him to get even just the tiniest bit of friction, but know it’s no use. Even with your intense training, Rex is massive above you. No shot you’re moving him in that moment.

His eyes are trained on your face: you can feel it even with your lids shut tight.

“Rex-“ you choke out when he starts to move faster. His balls slap on the place where the meat of your ass meets the muscle of your hamstrings, knees pushed up against your chest. Rex leans down to press his teeth into the skin of your shoulder, biting for a second then quickly soothing the spot with his tongue. His lips trail up the expanse of your neck to land just under your ear, the combination of his weight and the rhythm of his thrusts leaving you breathless.

“What is it?” He coos, and it’s almost mocking. “You can’t tap out now, beautiful. I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

One of the hands that was holding him up finds its way to the base of your throat, sending your pulse skyrocketing. You feel adrenaline pulsing through your veins at the sensation. You’re a superhero, goddamnit. You’re not used to feeling afraid, feeling powerless.

Rex adjusts his grip so that he’s not choking you, per se. Moreso, he’s trying to deliver a message:

‘You wanted me in charge? Fine. I’m fucking in charge.’

His thrusts get harder. Your body jolts with each slam of his dick into you, body burning with embarrassment at how you can even hear how wet you are with every one of his movements. The only thing keeping your skull from hitting the headboard is his grip on your throat holding you in place.

“Open your eyes.” He grunts out. You hadn’t even realized they’d closed.

Rex’s gaze is still locked on you when your lashes flutter back open. “There’s my girl,” he praises.

A jolt of pleasure courses through you at the words, back arching into him. Rex curses, low and rough, then leans his weight back onto his knees.

“Can’t be losing you already; I think learning how to properly use you might take some practice.” He says, grin on his face full of humor and earnestness. All you can do is throw your head back as his thumb meets your clit, rubbing in slow circles that make the spring in your stomach start to wind taught.