another fantasy for y’all
I'm already wet, embarrassingly so. He reaches one hand forward, and with his palm holding my upper thigh open, his thumb passes through my folds. I'm moaning, wiggling even, and as he teases me, he just watches. My clit aches, and he brings his thumb to it, dragging slow circles over it.
"Please," I whimper softly.
I reach for the bulge in his underwear. He groans when my hand closes over it. Stroking only a few times, he moves closer and presses the head of his cock to my entrance.
My breath rattles in surprise. He holds my hip in one hand and my jaw in the other as he presses forward, pushing deep inside.
I'm gasping as he works me open, sliding deeper with every thrust. My lips pulled in a tight “oh” when he thumbs at my clit again, and my eyes snapped open to him.
I cry out at his size, because honestly, I've never been fucked by a cock this big. I'm so wet and sensitive from my first orgasm that I can feel my head start to spin, aching with pleasure.
Once he is balls deep, he pulls my thighs over his shoulders, and I know I'm too weak to protest his brutality's fast pace.
When his tip meets my cervix, it seems that a switch went off. He grips my thigh and begins fucking me at an even faster and rhythmic pace, smacking his balls into my soaked pussy.
Incoherent cries escape me. I can't even think straight.
He keeps his pace, focused, abusing my tight pussy. The snap of his hips is consistent, hitting every good spot, sending shocks every time he shoves his cock back inside. I'm empty for barely half a second before being filled again. I'm not sure how much longer I can last.
He curls over to take a nipple in my mouth. I know I'm going to be bruised all over the next morning, with marks on my chest and thighs. The most abused would be my pussy from every punishment he was giving me.
There is a ring of white around where his cock meets my hole, a mix of fluids from my pussy and his cock. He moves faster and faster, and god, I feel like his own personal fuck toy.
The only sounds filling the room are the wet sounds and smacks of my pussy pounding and my embarrassingly loud moans. The friendly element from when we first chatted is now gone. He's ravenous and uncontrollable, and seeing him like this drives me crazy.
He then smacks my tits. Hard. I cry, and I'm not sure if it’s from pain or pleasure or both. The difference is hard to distinguish at this point. Next, he smacks my clit and thumbs it in circles, all while pressing over my lower torso where his cock budged out.
It happens so fast. I begin to come. I collapse my arched back, feeling him twitch inside me. And yet, he fucks through both of our orgasms.
When he finally pulls out, he lets the cum drip out of me in globs. Tired, I make the mistake of thinking it’s over.
"Fuck," I hear him mumble to himself, flinching as he pushes a finger into me, pushing his cum back inside. My cheeks go red hot.
"D-don't," I plead, but at what, I'm not too sure. "sensitive."
As if to spite me, he pushes his entire finger inside, laughing when I yelp in protest. I go a bit wild, trying to scramble up the bed away from him, but I'm already caught, and I know he's not going to make things easy on me. He holds me down easily, and before I can wrap my head around what's happening, he cups one hand around my jaw. The other hand finds my mouth and easily pries my lips apart. He spits into my mouth; the sensation of his saliva pouring on my tongue makes my toes curl in disbelief.
"I'm not going to hurt you."
It does hurt. The sharp hold on my jaw is only a fraction of how much it could actually hurt. My breathing becomes ragged as my head starts to spin. His eyes have gone dark and cold, and the tender look that was once there is nowhere to be found.
And gosh, he squeezes my jaw again, the grip now unforgiving.
Perhaps I made a mistake. Perhaps I should've made an escape while I could've. Yet, it dawns on me all too quickly. It's too late.
I can feel tears brimming at the corner of my eyes. The darkness in his gaze only sharpens as I try to focus on anything else.
"Sick out that tongue for me. Get these fingers nice and wet."
I make an attempt to protest, but before I can, two large fingers push past my lips. His fingers are rough on my tongue, and as they push deeper into my mouth, I start to panic that he might test my gag reflex.
I'm not sure what triggered his behavior. Is he mad at me? And yet, when his eyes go half-glassy from watching me take his fingers, my blood goes hot.
When he pulls his fingers out of my mouth and slips them back inside me, my vision blurs.
"W-what are you doing?" I try to gather my thoughts, but honestly, I sound pathetic.
All he does in response is stare. His quiet assessment drives me crazy, and I start to babble more.
Then, there's a flicker of amusement in his eyes, and I know I'm fucked.
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