And He Fucking Loved It

Her blonde hair was wild, a tangle of sex and sweat as she grabbed his jaw, forcing his mouth back onto her nipple. “Harder,” she ordered, and he obeyed — teeth grazing over the sensitive peak before biting down, pulling a ragged moan from her lips. Her nails dug into his shoulders as his fingers worked between her thighs, slick and relentless, two sliding inside her, then three, stretching her open as she rocked against his hand, using him as much as he was using her.

She was in control. And he fucking loved it.

His lips dragged down her stomach, slow, teasing, a ghost of heat across her skin, but she wasn’t in the mood for patience. She pushed against his chest, flipping him, straddling his hips. His cock was thick, hard, the head teasing against her heat as she hovered, letting him feel her warmth, her wetness, without giving him what he wanted. She smirked when he groaned.

“You want it?” she asked, rolling her hips just enough to make him curse.

His hands gripped her waist, but she pinned them down, nails pressing into his wrists. “I asked you a question.”

He swallowed, his voice rough. “Yeah.”

“Then earn it.”

She kissed him, deep, dirty, biting his lip as she finally sank down, taking him inch by inch, slow enough to make him feel every single stretch of her body around him. His head tipped back, jaw clenched as she rode him, using him how she wanted, setting the pace, rolling her hips until he was unraveling beneath her. She owned this.

The slap of skin filled the air, the wet, filthy sound of bodies colliding. She braced herself against his chest, her hair falling over her face as she chased her own pleasure, using his cock to push herself over the edge. His hands roamed — gripping her ass, twisting her nipples, dragging her forward so he could suck and bite at her throat, but she never let go of control.

And then she did something he didn’t expect.

She pulled off of him completely, watching the slickness on his cock glisten in the low light, then grabbed his jaw, guiding him into her mouth. She licked herself off of him, taking him deep, swallowing around him just to hear the guttural groan it pulled from his throat.

But she wasn’t done.

Before he could beg for more, she pushed him onto his back, climbing over him, straddling his face. “Make me come.”

And he did.

His tongue worked her clit in slow, deliberate circles, teasing, building, his hands gripping her ass as she ground down on his face, rolling her hips until her thighs trembled, until the pleasure ripped through her, sharp and violent, making her cry out as she came.

Still panting, she slid back down his body, grabbed his cock, and pressed it against her ass. She met his eyes, daring him to say something, but he didn’t — he just gripped her hips and pushed in.

The stretch burned in the best way, her body taking him deep as she adjusted, as she took what she wanted. The vibrator clicked on, the sudden pressure against her clit making her moan as he thrust up into her, deep, relentless, no hesitation.

She fucked him as much as he fucked her.

The combination was too much — the fullness, the stimulation, the overwhelming pleasure building like an unstoppable force. Her breath hitched, her body clenched, and then she was gone — coming hard, thighs shaking, her entire body spasming as she rode it out, squeezing around him until he groaned, thrusting deeper, spilling inside her.

Even then, she wasn’t done.

She slid off him, letting his cum drip down between her legs as she leaned down, licking it off her own skin, smirking up at him before kissing him, letting him taste exactly what he did to her.