She pulls her hand out, holds it up. Her fingers glisten, slick and wet.
"Fuck. You're soaked." I draw her off my cock slowly, a string of saliva connecting her lips to me. "On the couch. Bend over the arm."
She scrambles to obey, positioning herself over the arm of the couch.
"Spread your legs. Wider."
She does. I run my hand over her ass, down between her thighs. She's dripping. I slide two fingers inside her easily, and she gasps, pushing back against my hand.
"Fuck, you're soaked. All from sucking my cock?"
"Yes, Sir."
I work my fingers inside her, curling them to find the spot that makes her shake. She whimpers, trying to stay quiet, but I don't want quiet.
"I want to hear you. Don't hold back."
She moans, then gasps as I add a third finger, stretching her. I fuck her with my hand while my other hand finds her clit, working it in firm circles.
"That's it. Come on my fingers first. Then you're going to come on my cock."
"Please—"
"Please what?"
"Please, Sir, I'm close?—"
"Then come."
She does. Clamping down hard around my fingers, crying out, her whole body shaking with it. I don't let up, keep working her clit through it until she's gasping, oversensitive, trying to pull away.
I pull my fingers out, position my cock at her entrance. She's so wet I can feel it on my skin before I even push in.
"Deep breath."
I thrust in hard, bury myself to the hilt in one stroke. She cries out, braces herself against the couch. I'm bigger than my fingers and she needs a second to adjust. I give her barely one. Then I start to move.
Hard and deep. No gentleness. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with her broken moans and my harsh breathing. She's so wet I can hear it with every thrust.
"This is what you needed," I tell her, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks, the other tangled in her hair, pulling her head back. "To stop being in control. To let me use you. To just feel my cock inside you."
"Yes." The word comes out broken, desperate. "Yes, Sir, please?—"
"Please what? You want more?"
"Yes, please, harder?—"
I drive into her harder, deeper, angling to hit that spot inside her that makes her shake. She's close again already, still sensitive from the first orgasm. I reach around, find her swollen clit, work it with precise pressure.
"You're going to come on my cock. You're going to scream for me."
"I can't— too much?—"
"You can. You will." I thrust in deep, grind against her. "Come. Now."
The command tips her over. She clamps down around me like a vice, her whole body going rigid, then convulsing. She screams my name, doesn't even try to stay quiet, the sound raw and primal.
I fuck her through it, chasing my own release. When I feel it building, unstoppable, I pull her upright against my chest, one hand around her throat, not squeezing, just holding, claiming.
