Blearily, I open my eyes and gaze up at him as he drives his dick into me over and over again. He looks magnificent, so big and strong, and the contrast of my pale skin against the dark material of his clothes is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
Little groans and bitten-off cries fall from my lips as he continues to fuck me like both of our lives depend on it, and the sight of my hard dick flopping uselessly between us from the force of his thrusts is way hotter than it has any business being.
He abruptly pulls out of me, and I let out a whine of protest that would be embarrassing if I had the presence of mind to be embarrassed. He just grabs my hips and flips me over so I’m on my stomach with my bottom half hanging off the edge of the bed.
“Fuck!” I cry when he drives his dick back inside me, then cry out again when he plants his hands on my back and pins meto the mattress as he slams into me so hard the slap of our skin echoes in the quiet room.
“Oh god oh god oh god,” I chant and press my cheek against my sheets.
Being held down and feeling his weight over me like this is overwhelming in the best way, and I sink into the moment and enjoy every second of being used like a sex doll.
Just when I’m about to give in and reach for my dick so I can finally come, he pulls out of me without warning and grabs me under the arms.
I let out a squeal of surprise as he picks me right up off the bed and flips me around, but instead of just dropping me in place, he throws me so I land on my back close to the middle of my bed.
“Holy shit,” I exclaim, too dazed by the move to be more eloquent.
How the hell did he lift me and toss me like that?
He lets out another of those sexy growls and practically falls on top of me, his hips between my spread thighs and our chests pressed together.
Without thinking, I wrap my arms and legs around him and cling to him like a crazed koala as he plants his knees on the bed and drives into me so hard and fast little stings of pain mix with the pleasure to create an intoxicating blend of sensations that pushes me closer to my orgasm with each punishing thrust.
Our cries and moans are as loud as the sound of my headboard hitting the wall, but I’m too far gone to care that anyone can hear us and figure out exactly what’s going on.
He’s just as feral as I am, and we’re a tangled mess of writhing bodies as we chase our orgasms and he gives me the dicking of a lifetime.
My cock is rubbing against the soft material of his hoodie, and between the relentless pounding he’s giving me and thefriction from his sweater, I find myself hovering right on the edge of my orgasm, but I can’t quite get there.
He shifts his hips, and the move changes the angle of his dick so he’s nailing my prostate, and my orgasm explodes out of me so fast and hard I come with a confused cry and arch into him as I shoot my load between us.
He lets out a guttural sound, his rhythm stuttering, then he stiffens over me as he comes only seconds after I do.
The world flickers in and out of focus a few times, then everything goes hazy as the pleasure intensifies, and it feels like I hit another smaller, less powerful orgasm that pulls me away on a cloud of pleasure and bliss.
It takes a moment for everything to come into focus when I open my eyes again, and a few more to register that I’m still on my back, and he’s still on top of me.
My heart is beating so fast it feels like it’s trying to jump right out of my chest, but it starts to calm as he lets out a satisfied sigh and nuzzles his cheek against mine in a move that can only be described as tender.
“Holy shit,” I mumble, too dazed to tell my mouth to shut up.
He makes an affirmative sound and reaches up to grip his mask.
I close my eyes and turn my head to the side, already anticipating his next move.
His kisses are slow and sweet and languid, and the perfect way to come down from what was definitely the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
Eventually, he slows our kisses until they’re just long brushes of his lips against mine, and I let out a dreamy sigh when he finally pulls away.
“Told you I was feeling greedy,” he says in a smug voice.
I let out a laugh that’s more of a release of energy than because anything is funny and uncurl my fingers from hissweater at the same time I unlock my ankles from around his waist.
“You’re two for two,” I tell him, still sounding completely out of it.
“Two for two?” He nuzzles my neck and rubs the thin material of his mask over my throat.
“I almost came twice last time,” I explain and angle my head to the side to give him better access to my throat. “And I’m pretty sure I did this time. So maybe that would make you four for four? Or two for four?”
