trying not to lose it completely.
"Fuck—c'mere, baby."
He touches my face, pulling me in.
And then he’s kissing me,
won’t stop kissing me,
all while his hips lift,
his cock pressing up into me,
pushing deeper
like it’s the only place he belongs.
The tip punches through and burns,
thick and breath-stealing.
It’s a stretch that stings
and begs
and splits my lungs before it gives.
A hot tear rolls down my cheek from it.
My nails are digging into his back,
my other hand fisting his hair.
He keeps pressing inside me,
kissing me in a slow grind,
tongue heavy, lips slick with heat.
His hand leaves the base of his cock,
thumb sliding up to my clit.
Then comes the dizzy, helpless melt
as my body opens to let him in.
He sinks in steady,
sinks in cruel,
a long, dragging push,
and a groan tears from his throat.
Then he bottoms out.
Buried.
