I spank her one more time, watching her whole body jolt, watching her pussy clench around nothing, desperate and empty. Then I notch the head of my cock at her entrance and pause there, just feeling her heat, her wetness. She’s so wet I can feel it dripping down my shaft before I’ve even pushed inside.
“Is this what you want?” I press in just slightly, just the tip, stretching her open, and hold there. She whimpers and tries to push back but I grip her hips and keep her still. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, please, I want it so bad, I need you, I need?—“
I slam into her in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt, and she screams into the pillow. The sound of it, the feel of her clenching around me, so tight and hot and wet—it takeseverything I have not to come right then. I hold still for just a second, buried as deep as I can go, feeling her walls flutter and grip around me, feeling her body adjust to the size of me.
Then I stop holding back.
I don’t give her time to adjust. I grip her hips hard enough that she’ll see the fingerprints tomorrow when she looks in the mirror, and fuck her the way she asked for. The way she begged for. Hard and fast and relentless, pounding into her so deep I can feel myself hitting her cervix with every stroke.
The new angle is incredible. Tighter somehow, deeper, and I can feel every flutter and clench of her walls around me, can feel her body gripping me like it never wants to let me go.
“Oh yes oh fuck oh yes—“ She’s chanting into the pillow, her words barely coherent, her whole body rocking forward with the force of my thrusts. Her hands are fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, holding on for dear life. “Theo, I’m gonna—I can’t—it’s so much—I want?—“
“You want to take it.” I lean over her, pressing my chest to her back, my mouth right next to her ear. My hand finds her hair and I grip it tight, pulling her head back so I can speak directly into her ear. “You wanted this. You begged me to spank you. Begged me to fuck you hard. So take my cock like a good girl. Take every fucking inch.”
She whimpers, her whole body trembling, and I can feel her walls starting to flutter around me. She’s close. So fucking close.
I reach around with my free hand and find her clit, rubbing in fast hard circles, and she falls apart beneath me with a scream that’s probably going to get complaints from the neighbors. “Yessssss, Theo.” I hope they hear. I hope the whole building hears her screaming my name.
Her pussy clamps down on me hard, pulsing and squeezing as she comes, and the feeling of it nearly drags me over the edge with her. I grit my teeth and fuck her through it, not letting up on her clit, not slowing down my thrusts, feeling every wave until she’s collapsed face-first into the mattress,trembling and gasping, her whole body going limp beneath me.
But I’m not done with her yet. Not even close.
I pull out and she makes a sound of protest, her body still twitching. I flip her over onto her back and she stares up at me with glazed eyes, her chest heaving, tears tracking down her temples into her hair. “Theo, that was the best...” She doesn’t finish the sentence. She can’t. She looks completely wrecked. Destroyed. And I’m not finished.
Before she can catch her breath I’ve grabbed her legs and hooked her knees over my shoulders, folding her nearly in half. I push back into her in one smooth stroke and she cries out, her eyes going wide, her hands flying up to grip my forearms.
“Theo, I already came twice, I don’t think I can?—“
“You can.” I start to move again, slower now but just as deep, grinding against her clit with every stroke. The angle is even deeper like this, and I can see it on her face every time I bottom out, the way her eyes roll back, the way her mouth falls open. “You’re going to come one more time. On my cock. I want to feel this pussy squeeze me when you come. I want to feel you milk every drop out of me.”
“Oh fuck, yes.” Her eyes flutter closed and her head tips back, her neck straining. “Oh fuck, that’s so deep, I can feel you everywhere?—“
“I know you can.” I keep up that slow grinding rhythm, building her back up again, watching her face as the pleasure overtakes her. I can read every sensation on her face, can feel every flutter and clench of her walls, and I use that information to play her body like an instrument.
Deeper when she gasps. Slower when she’s getting too close. Faster when she starts to beg. I keep her right on the edge, keep her desperate and needy and shaking, until she’s crying again, actual tears streaming down her face, her voice broken and raw.
“Please,” she’s saying now, over and over, like it’s the onlyword she knows. “Please please please, I need to come, I need—Theo, please, I can’t take it anymore?—“
“I know what you need.” I lean down and kiss her, swallowing her moans, tasting the salt of her tears on her lips. When I pull back, her eyes are wet and desperate and so fucking beautiful. “Come for me, Emma. Come on my cock. Let me feel it. Show me how good I make you feel.”
I snap my hips harder, faster, hitting that spot deep inside her with every thrust, and she shatters beneath me for the third time. Her pussy clamping down on me in rhythmic pulses, her whole body arching off the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream that seems to go on forever. The feeling of her coming around me, squeezing me so tight, milking my cock—it’s too much. I bury myself as deep as I can go and let go, coming so hard my vision whites out, my whole body shuddering, groaning her name into her neck as I empty myself into the condom.
For a long moment the only sound is our ragged breathing. I collapse on top of her, still inside her, both of us too wrung out to move. I’m dimly aware that I’m probably crushing her but I can’t seem to make my muscles work. Can’t seem to do anything but lie here and breathe and feel her heart pounding against my chest.
Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, gentle now where they were violent before. I can feel the scratches she left, the sting of them, and I love it.
I lift my head and look down at her, brushing the damp hair back from her face. Her eyes are half-closed, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed and tear-stained. She looks completely wrecked. Beautiful and ruined and mine.
“Hey,” I say softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You okay?”
She makes a sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a whimper. “I don’t know if I have a spine anymore. I think you fucked it out of me.”
I smile and kiss her temple, her cheekbone, the corner of her mouth. Soft, tender kisses, nothing like the desperate hunger from before. “I’m serious. Was that... I got a little carried away.”
She opens her eyes fully and looks at me, and there’s so much warmth there it makes my chest ache. “Theo. That was the best sex of my entire life. You were perfect. Everything was perfect.”
