He stays completely still, but you can feel the tension vibrating through his broad shoulders. He wants to bury himself inside you so badly it’s physically hurting him.

Clark chuckles dryly and cocks his head to the side, “See? Easy.” He speaks through gritted teeth.

You stare right back at him, your chest heaving, forcing a smug but shaky grin onto your face despite the desperate heat pooling between your thighs. “Are you okay?” you ask.

Clark doesn’t say a word. He just gives a tight, strained nod of his head. His mouth is pressed into a hard, flat line, his lips tucked so deeply that his dimples pop against his cheeks.

“Open your eyes, Clark,” you breathe out, demanding it.

He complies slowly, his lashes fluttering up to reveal eyes that are completely dark — his pupils blown so wide they almost swallow the iris. The second he takes in the sight of you completely flushed and pinned beneath him, his hips twitch forward, sinking a tiny bit deeper into you by the smallest, involuntary fraction of an inch, and a sharp gasp punches right out of your throat.

“Sorry, shoot- I’m sorry,” Clark stills his movements immediately, his voice thick and frantic. His head shakes as he swears he didn’t mean to move, completely terrified that he almost lost that quickly.

But you’re too dizzy to even answer, entirely focused on the sudden burn and thick stretch flooding your cunt. You can never get used to the feeling.

Clark lets out a low groan of pure frustration, his head dropping forward until his forehead rests heavily against your shoulder. He forces his hips to lock completely in place, desperately fighting to keep what's left of his control.

“Oh honey, I don’t think I can’t do this,” he mumbles into your neck, his voice strained with the sheer effort of holding back.

You can’t help but feel a little bad, bringing your hand up to gently run your fingers through the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

“No, no, you’re doing good, it’s okay,” you whisper, trying to soothe him — but the second the praise leaves your mouth, you feel him twitch inside you, his body reacting to your words before he can even think to stop it.

“Gosh, please don't say that,” he whines as he tries to block out how good you feel.

Your fingers continue to gently comb through his hair like you aren't the one actively torturing him. “But you are, you always do good for me,”

Another twitch.

Clark lifts his head back up and really starts to think about it for a minute, the gears turning in his head as he weighs his options. There’s no actual punishment for losing this game except for maybe a bit of teasing, and surely they can’t just stay frozen like this forever.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t,” Before you can even open your mouth to tease him for losing, Clark moves his hips forward and slowly fills you up with his fat cock. “

He grips your hips with his huge hands, pulls out almost completely, and rams himself all the way back into you in one heavy, unyielding thrust.

A sharp gasp gets knocked right out of you, your fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders as your back arches off the mattress.

He doesn't give you a single second to recover, immediately establishing a heavy, relentless pace that makes the headboard rattle against the wall.