where Chris has you pinned in a headlock…
it started as a joke, a playful shove in the hallway that folded into a wrestling match across the carpet, and now it has reached here, on the mattress, with the taste of cotton filling your mouth.
your nose is pushed into the sheets over and over. the fabric is rough, but the irritation is nothing compared to the throbbing heat of your cunt. Chris has you in a headlock, his bicep a wall of hard muscle bulging against your skin. your neck is pinched securely between his upper arm and forearm, pinning you flush against his chest.
"Chris—!" you gasp, your voice muffled.
"Chris, hold on," you wheeze, clawing at his forearm. "ease up... it's too tight. my neck."
you try, the sound smothered by the sheets. the headlock remains firm, your head locked against his chest, your breathing labored. he begins to move, his thrusts heavy and brutal.
he doesn't loosen his grip. instead, he tightens it, his arm acting as a vice that kills your attempts to squirm.
"where you think you’re goin', huh? stay still," he growls, his voice harsh.
his arm tightens around your throat, not to choke you, but to stifle the weak writhing of your body. your movements are an inconvenience to his rhythm, and he holds you steady so he can continue driving his cock deep into your hole. the sound is vivid—a messy squelch as your lubrication mixes with the friction of his skin.
"i can't... i can't breathe—," you whine, your hips bucking instinctively against him.
"shuuut up," he snarls. "just wait 'til i’m done with you. i’ll give you a mouthful of my cock if you behave for me, baby."
you go limp in his arms at that, surrendering to the role of his perfect little fuckdoll. you’re going to be fucked exactly how he wants you to be fucked. the thought of his thick, salty length filling your mouth, of submitting to him in every way possible… you couldn’t resist.
"there she is, my good girl," he murmurs.
you moan, muffled and desperate. "please, Chris, just fuck me."
"i’ll fuck you however i want," he grunts, his weight bullying you flat into the matress. "you’re just a little toy for me right now, aren't you?"
"yes... yours," you whimper.
he snickers, his voice dark. "s’funny watchin' you fight at first. you really thought you could wrestle me off, sweetheart?"
he flexes his bicep against the thin skin of your throat, and your heart pounds. you arch back into his rapidly quickening thrusts.
"mm, does that make you crazy?" he pants, his movements becoming vicious. you cry out as he hammers into your cunt, his balls slapping against your skin.
he speeds up, the head of his dick stretching you wide. you feel the tension snap as your internal muscles seize, clamping down on him. you scream into the sheets as the orgasm crashes over you. Chris lets out a groan, his hips snapping forward one last time as he pulses thick, hot jets of cum deep in you.
he holds you there, chest heaving, the headlock finally loosening as he collapses on top of you.
"told you i’d win." he says with a smug grin.
"you cheated. you’re too strong," you breathe.
he chuckles, his hand sliding down to squeeze your hip. "you still want that mouthful of dick i promised?"
you smile, sliding down his body to take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head like a delicious lollipop.
he groans, fingers tangling in your hair. "yeah, just like that... see? this is much easier than fighting."
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