ive been busy but my mind hasn't shut up about Gris sooooo ENJOY THISSSS (pls dont judge i cant write hetero smut😭😣)
"good?" murmured into the crook of your neck, voice low but soft. his ministrations don't stop, a continues smooth movement of his hips that has you mewling. You barely shake your head into a nod, dazed and sensitive- how long have you two been at it already? You've lost count on how many orgasms you've had, coherence gone by the 3rd one.
Gris isn't normally so.. insatiable. Between the two of you, it was you had the bigger and wilder libido. The one who's willing to go down whenever wherever. That's not to say that Gris doesn't initiate but he's always so restrained, limiting himself to your pleasure and to his peak. But there are times where he just seems to not get enough of you. Like this for example, him and his big body stretched over you, back muscles shifting under your desperate fingers.
He's groaning softly, every languid snap of his hips that makes the tip of his cock kiss your cervix, fucking and fucking till your velvety walls has memorized every vein on his dick. He's not even being rough, just consistent, size itself big enough to render you stupid. God, he's just so big that you feel like a bruise every time he shoves into you.
"Use your words baby, need ta' hear ya'," he coos, hugging you closer, burying his face on your neck. He sounds gone, body just moving, using you to get himself off. He's cum what, 2 times? 3? Nothing compared to your releases, you're so wet that the sheets are absolutely soaked under you.
"'s too- too much-" you whimper, still crying. Your voice is just as gone as he is. Gris nuzzles the marks he's left on your skin, lifting back so he could look you in the eye except he can't because yours have rolled back and they wouldn't be back until later. "I'sit? I'sit too much huh?"
Gris pulls back, dragging his heavy cock out of your pulsing cunt and the breath you tried to take chokes you down when he thrusts into you, hard. There's a moment of frozen shock, your eyes going wide and your mouth dropping open before the pain-pleasure of him filling you so completely full registers and a wailing scream rips out of you.
"But look at'cha sweet heart, look at your pussy, so fucking wet f'me," he groans, looking down at where he's disappearing in you. He's set up a pace, just him bullying himself inside you and rearranging your guts with hard but firm thrusts. The way you're crying, mewling and thrashing on his cock- it's making Gris crazy. When it comes to you, Gris never felt insecure or lacking- you were always acting like you can't get enough, made him feel wanted and needed. Always so willing to open yourself to him. How could he be so lucky?
He can't believe that he can have you like this, completely bare and stupid on him, just taking whatever he gave you. You deserve everything nice and great, and Gris is a partner who provides.
"You're still squeezin' me so tight, sweets. Think yer lyin' to me. It ain't really enough isn't it? You still want more- it's 'kay, I'll give you more."
He's babbling, nonsense just spilling as he speeds up, really fucks into you now like he'll die if he doesn't. You've gone silent on him and when he looks at your face, he finds it slack. Mouth drooling, eyes blankly staring at nothing. You're gasping, limp in his grasp, like a toy for him to use. Fuck-
His fingers dive to your clit and it's like an electric shock. You twitch to life, a shrill moan leaving you as your back arch, tits on his face and hands scrambling to scratch red lines on his back. Your voice breaks at the next moan, body sensitive as pain and pleasure overloads your mind with each stroke his cock makes in you, squeezing and squeezing, clit a bundle of nerves that has your toes curling.
Warmth begins to settle on your belly, a coil tightening and you can't speak. Just pathetic noises spilling from your tender lips. You clench up and Gris groans louder, slaps into you harder, and nothing can stop him from fucking you past your nth orgasm when you eventually break, a gush of hot wet slick leaving your sopping wet pussy, spilling around his length while mind blanking pleasure stole your capability to think.
"FUCKKK best girll, my best fucking girl oh my god," he whimpers, grinding into you, pushing you past a line you don't think you'll ever come back from. Gris wraps his arms around you, pulling you as he sits on his legs, you on his lap and he just- grinds you together, dick squelching inside your still leaking cunt, drags your release out while he remains hard and big inside of you. "Look at ya sweets, look at'cha. I did that, made you rain on me huh. 'am that good? M'dick so good you squirted huh?"
You don't give a reply, just quietly mewls on his shoulder. You're sure you're not walking tomorrow, the way he's murmuring about giving you more of what you wanted and deserved.
God you love this man.
