TBB Obsessed

Wolffe who gives you fake sympathy as he fucks you.

Doesn't care what the position is as long as he can get his mouth right up against your ear. Drawls "Aww. Poor thing," when you cry out as he bullies his cock into you. Once he's buried to the the hilt inside you he just grinds in little circles, not thrusting yet, just forcing you to stretch around him until you're whining and squirming, pushing against his hips to try to get him to move properly.

"None of that," he growls against your ear, gripping your wrist and pulling it away from his hip. "You can take whatever I give you, can't you? Shh, I know it's a lot. But if you can't handle this, how are you gonna handle it when I actually fuck you, huh?"

He suddenly pulls his cock almost all the way out and then immediately shoves it back in with a grunt, and you whimper. "That's it. Poor thing." His teeth catch against your earlobe, pulling as he starts to thrust properly. He doesn't ease you into it. He grips your wrists and pins you down with his weight, ruthlessly driving himself into you again and again.

"Look at you," he pants, his voice gravelly. "Such a desperate fucking mess." You whine and try to arch away from the friction, but he leans even heavier against you, forcing you to take every single deep thrust.

When your breath hitches and a sob slips out, he presses an almost mocking kiss right below your ear, tracking the tear that rolls down your cheek. "Aww, did that hurt? Let me make it better," he mutters, but his rhythm just gets meaner. He shifts his grip, slipping his arm beneath you to yank your hips up for a deeper angle.

"Tell me to stop," he taunts, his breath hot against your neck. "Come on, sweetheart. If it's too much, just tell me. I'll stop."