DO YOU KNOW WHAT A PNEUMATIC NAIL GUN IS, SWEETHEART?

You wrap your arms around them in contentment. They press a kiss to your neck. You sigh and smile, feeling their kisses travel up to your ear. Their hands come to grip your waist tightly as they bite into your earlobe; the energy has changed. You squirm as they begin to suck the skin beneath your ear, their hips grinding what you realize is a hard packer against your pussy. You run your hands up the length of their back to try and soothe them, but they only begin to suck and bite and lick the skin of your neck more.

Their hands go to your thighs and part them, silently telling you to wrap your legs around their waist, and let them press their hard length against your crotch fully. They move one hand up your torso and under your hoodie, groping your breast and rolling your nipple between two fingers.

You whine and try to push them off, but they are so much stronger and bigger than you.

“Come on, not fair,” they whisper, reaching down to your pussy and checking your wetness. “You didn’t think I wouldn’t get hard from this?”

You bite your lip, feeling naive and sheepish. “Just the tip, baby, please. I’m fucking aching here.”

They rub their bulge against your damp panties. Without asking, they slide the wet cotton to the side and lightly probe your hole. You had gotten wet from the smell of them so close, the sight of their sly half smile, and of course, the feeling of their lips on your neck. You feel betrayed by your body— it’s putting you in the position to get fucked, whether you like it or not. They grind into you one more time, and you can feel how big they are. You swallow a fearful moan.

Suddenly, their fly is being unzipped, and the hard head of their cock is against your clit. They tease you with it, your eyes rolling back and most of your resolve falling away. “Just the tip,” you remind them, and you feel them nod against your neck.

“Mm hmm,” they say, and you both moan at the feeling of their cock lightly pushing into your pussy. They let their fingers dance against your clit. “Open up for me, my love. It’s just a little bit. There you go.”

You stroke their hair, hoping that they’ll pull out, let you grind against their bulge until they cum like you usually do. This is a step past what you were ready for, and you both know it. As they lightly pump the head of their cock in and out, you think about how they helped you build your desk, and hang up the pictures in your apartment, and bought you a drink. They are such a good butch to you, aren’t they? Maybe they need a little reward.

Their hands are exploring your body now, shamelessly groping and gripping and tugging and squeezing. You gave an inch, and they are taking a mile. A particularly desperate squeeze to your tits makes you moan, and they bite into your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, love,” they whisper, and you pull their face out from your neck to give them a confused look. What are they apologizing for?

Your eyes meet, their brows knit together and lids low as they pant against your mouth. “I’m sorry, I need it,” they whisper, and slam the length of their cock into you.

You cry out, and they quickly cover your mouth with their own. As if to subdue you, they fuck you deep and slow, their own lips falling open and a litany of “oh fuck” and “good girl” meet your screams. Their cock is huge, and your pussy burns from the incredibly stretch of being fucked so deep and so full.

You push against their shoulders until you physically give out. Your butch rises up and pulls your hoodie up and out of the way. the sight of you splayed out on your purple comforter, panties pulled to one side, tits bouncing free, pussy stretched around their big hard cock buried to a hilt inside of you. They grind their cock deeper in, drag your hand down to your clit, and make you play with yourself as they reach behind them. You do as they please, unable to fight them off now. Despite how uncomfortable it is, you can’t deny how wet you are. Suddenly, their phone is in hand, and they’re taking photos of you.

“Please stop, it hurts,” you whisper, and they ignore you, marveling in the sight of their slick cock sliding in and out. They drop the phone after a few flashes go off, and they chuckle.

They don’t stop fucking you, pressing the tip of their cock against your cervix and shuddering. “Keep playing with your little clit,” they say, spitting on your pussy. “It’ll feel good in a sec, you’ll see. Just lemme fucking cum. Be good.”

They place a hand on your lower belly and press into where you ache, where you feel totally past your limit, and they begin thrusting hard and sloppy, drunk on the feeling of your tight, wet warmth stroking their cock, and the feeling of finally claiming you.

Dimly, you think of the photos they took, and what they’ll do with them later. You think about the group chat they’re in, with all of their handsome butch friends who often slap them on the back for dating you, who give you lingering hugs. Will they see the pictures?

“Please, hurts,” you shudder out, and they replace your hand with their own, their thumb digging into your clit and swirling in tight circles. Your legs begin to shake.

“You don’t know how bad I need this, baby,” they say, gripping your hips. “Just take it. Please, baby keep fucking taking it. I know it’s big, I know.”

Their thrusts become particularly rough, and you begin to beg them to cum, unable to take it anymore. They slap your face and spit into your mouth before pressing their hand over your mouth. “I’ll cum when I wanna, slut,” they said. “Let me use this pretty pussy of yours.”

Instinctively, you wrap your legs around their hips and draw them close. You can feel the dampness of their back through their thin shirt. Your mind begins to quiet as they bottom out inside of you. They abandon your clit to fully focus on their pleasure, but you notice how good it feels when their public bone presses into you. You moan and go slack, letting it happen.

“That’s right, darlin,” they shudder, pulling out all the way before slamming back into you. “Take it.”

You nod into their hand, tears spilling out of your eyes. “Yes, daddy,” you say, muffled.

In an instant, they’re cumming in you. They throw their head back with a triumphant moan of release, rutting their cock in deep with each wave of pleasure. They take their hand away to see your face, fucked out and smeared in mascara and lipgloss and spit. They flash you a predatory grin as the shoot another load into you, before they fall back on top, crushing you again.

You realize now how badly they did need this. As your pussy fills with cum, you gently brush your fingers through their hair, grateful to be taken by such a passionate and loving butch. Their cock slowly slides out of you and they sigh, finally feeling relieved from your relentless teasing.

“What a good girl,” they whisper, kissing your face. “What a good girl for me.”

Later, as you get dressed, you spot them texting. A photo of you was sent to their group chat, your eyes closed, mouth agape, pussy stretched and rosy and drenched.

“Finally hit,” was what they had written. Several heart reactions were attached to your photo.

“Saved the pic,” wrote one Butch. “So hot.”

“Fucking whore,” wrote another.

“Tight?”