Sophia🩶

pope cody fucking you into the mattress while he holds your hand and cradles your head.

pope loves missionary. he loves to see you come apart below him, feel your body completely pressed against his, the vibrations of your moans. he likes to fuck you sweetly, showing you his complete devotion.

he nuzzled into your neck, leaving wet kisses and little bites. his cock felt fucking huge inside of you, forcing you to stretch further and further for him. he feels so deep like this, but you need him deeper. you arch your hips into him and spread your legs further to accommodate his thick torso, allowing him to pump all the way to your cervix. you love a little pain with your pleasure. he lets out raspy moans at the new angle, holding you tighter and snapping his hips harder so you could hear his balls slapping against you. between moans he sucked on that sensitive spot right under your ear. his rhythm never faltered, only intensifying as you moaned and whimpered under him. his weight was pressing on you, making your body feel tighter, your brain completely melted. you needed to steady yourself, and to feel his curls and pull on them, so you moved your hand to the back of his head, breaking the link with his hand.

suddenly his head snapped up and his thrusts slowed to an aching, dragging pace. he took his now free hand to lift your chin and his big, deep, puppy-dog eyes gazed back at you. he looked heartbroken and wanting and desperate, his pupils blown up like saucers. you even saw a flicker of a tear, threatening to fall down his blushing cheek.

“hey—you okay?” you stammered, genuine concern in your voice.

his eyes flicked to his hand, then back to you. he grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the bed, then snaked his hand up to firmly interlock your fingers once again, pressing down into the mattress fiercely.

“need you close, baby. need you with me.”