the thing about my submissive pathetic service top side is sometimes it comes out without me even realizing. it starts slowly, my thrusts stuttering slightly as she moans how good it feels, a whine escaping as her nails dig into my back. she notices it before i do, her eyes opening just enough to look up at me, watching the subtle expression on my face as i resist giving in to it. there's a certain look she gives me, dark and searching, one that tells me my control is slipping. and fast.
i don’t even realize how far gone i am until i hear myself begging. head pressed into her shoulder, eyes scrunched shut, begging her to please please please let me keep going.
time is passing but my head is empty, every fiber of me dedicated to how good it feels to have her like this, fucking into her like it's the only thing i know. she's cum more times than i can count but i can't stop mumbling please over and over against her skin, barely able to get the words out. baby please it feels so fucking good. i'll go slow i promise- icantstop pleasepleasepleasedon'tmakemestop.
she doesn't make me stop. she brings one hand up to the back of my head, nails scratching against my scalp soothingly as she coos at me. she tells me to just breathe, baby. tells me she’s got me. tells me i don't have to stop, i just need to go easy. i nod brainlessly, trying to slow my pace, clinging onto her voice like it’s the only thing holding me together.
i’m speeding up again before i stop myself, words tumbling over each other, slurred and needy. telling her it feels too good, that i can't go slow, that i’ll do anything, god please. please let me- please i’msoclose i’ll be good babypleasecanicum.
and she laughs. smug and teasing as she watches me fall apart. condescendingly pointing out that it's always just so easy to get me like this. it's fucking pathetic. she knows talking like that makes it even worse. that's why she does it. i can feel you shaking sweet girl, you must really need it huh? then be good and cum for me.
the permission is barely out of her mouth before my body tenses up, teeth sinking into her shoulder to try and muffle my whining. if she's still talking, i can't hear it, any semblance of thought completely gone as i collapse onto her, breathless and brainless. she wraps her arms around me and holds me against her, like she knows it'll be a while before i'm able to form a coherent thought. like she understands how badly i've been needing this. like she was waiting the entire time for me to unravel the way i only do for her.
