He barks out a laugh before easily lifting me and throwing me over his shoulder, smacking my ass hard, and then marching us straight into my bedroom.
In less than a minute, the condom is on, we’re lying on my bed, and he’s back inside me, moving in and out. He feels great, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t prefer it without the condom. Experiencing every vein and ridge of him was an indescribable sensation.
He’s on top of me and is moving so damn slowly and carefully. His mouth alternates between my neck, breasts, and lips, like he’s worshiping them. It feels perfect, but I sense emotions bubbling to the surface, and I don’t like it.
I thrust my hips up and breathe, “I need more. I need it violent.”
While the force of his thrusts intensifies, he’s still too tender. I don’t want tender. I can’t do it.
I try to increase the rhythm myself, and then I try to flip us so I can control this, but the mountain of a man is too big and heavy. I can’t manipulate anything from the bottom. We’re doing this his way.
It’s like he’s…making love. I prefer it when he hate-fucks me.
The sounds of my ringtone momentarily break my slight mental breakdown.
Do I normally answer my phone during sex? No. Am I going to right now? Yes.
I reach over, grab my phone, and answer the call. “Hello?”
He stops his movements and lifts his head, staring at me in bewilderment.
I plaster a big smile on my face as I pleasantly answer the lady on the phone’s question. “No, I’m not looking to change my cable provider.”
I discreetly end the call, but he doesn’t know that. I continue talking into the phone, pretending the saleswoman is still on the other end. “No, I’m not doing anything important. I’ve got some random guy inside me, but he won’t fuck me like I need, so I’d rather talk to you. Tell me about your various cable plans in extreme detail. I have oodles of time and nothing better to do.”
I try to bite back my smile, but he grabs the phone and looks at it, quickly realizing I already ended the call. He narrows his eyes at me. “You’re a nasty woman.”
I nod. “Yes, I am. So fuck me like I’m nasty. Fuck me like you want to hurt me. Punish me,” I command.
He withdraws and violently spanks my pussy hard enough that I think it might leave a mark.
Now we’re talking.
He then reaches down and taps his dick on my pussy a few times and says, “I’d like to restore to factory settings.”
I giggle, but it’s short-lived when he climbs up on me, straddlesmy chest, and grabs me by the throat with both hands. “Is this what you want?” he growls.
“Yes,” I cough out, barely able to speak with his massive body on my chest and the brute strength of his hands limiting my ability to do so.
With one hand still on my throat, he pulls off the condom and tilts his hips forward until his tip reaches my mouth. “You want something to choke on? I’ll give you something to choke on. Open wide, sugar tits.”
I happily oblige.
He drives his hips forward so damn hard that I think his tip enters directly into my windpipe. He begins fucking my mouth, shouting things like, “Take that, you masochistic bitch.”
Yes, this is what I want and need.
With both hands on my throat and his cock down my throat, he does his best to choke me into submission…and I love every minute of it, lapping him with my tongue and sucking as hard as I can.
He thinks he’s pushing my boundaries, but he’s only ramping up my arousal.
He begins to lose control a bit before pulling out. “Fuck, I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to come in your pussy after you have another orgasm.”
“Then fuck me to the brink of unconsciousness and I’ll have one.”
He quickly rolls another condom on and slides down my body again. He continues choking me while only running his dick through me, never into me, until I feel like I’ll die if he doesn’t get inside me again. He’s driving me crazy.
“Fuck me now,” I yell out.
