Her hands scrape my scalp as she slides her fingers through my hair, even though there’s not much to grab on to.
Maybe I’ll grow it out one day for her like I did when I was younger.
Only for her.
Stupid, crazy thought, but there are no limits to this fever.
We’re burning hour after hour fucking our wits away.
And today, I fuckhard.
Her hands move to my shoulders, nails digging in for support.
She’ll leave ribbons if she isn’t careful, and she doesn’t even seem to be aware. Her eyes are wide, her mouth half-open, her gasps coming faster and faster.
Like I said,art.
And the world falls away under me.
This doesn’t just feel like sex anymore.
Yes, we’re fucking, and it’s unbelievably good, but the tightness in my chest isn’t just the pleasure hammering through my heart.
She moves under me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Nothing else exists in the moment except her little pussy hugging my cock.
There’s nothing but my hips colliding with hers.
Just us, just this wanton destruction, just a hungry, greedy drive to possess each other.
Her nails stab my shoulder and her mouth sucks at mine.
Her legs grip my ass and my body pummels her into the bed.
Hot and hard.
Wet and willing.
Fucking relentless.
The only thing that keeps me from blowing right now is the sound of her pleasure.
Her eyes meet mine then and I know she’s lost it.
Pure magic.
A spell of otherworldly fuckery I never want to end.
But I also want her to come, so that’s why I focus.
I’m only human, and there’s only so much a man can take with these punishing strokes and soft whimpers serenading my ears.
Only so much of us.
Only so much ofher.
Growling, I reach down between us and find her clit.
