"I want it mean, stud, as mean as you can dish out..."
From Create Your Own Story
He nods, and pushes his boot against your hard cock for a while, looking down at you with a crooked smile. When he finally removes his booted foot from your belly, he undoes his belt and unzips his fly. He tugs out a thick cut veined dick that stands up at attention, and then kneels down around you, putting his knees under your armpits and pinning your hands above your head with his own. He leans forward, putting his cock at your mouth and forcing his meat past your lips, you open as wide as you can, trying to suck him without gagging. He fucks your face, pushing his cock deep into your mouth and making you gag and choke on his length, until spit is leaking from both corners of your mouth. You squirm under him, and his grip on your wrists is so tight it's painful.
"Yeah, that's right, boy," he grunts and growls while you eat his cock. "Take it." You suck him wildly, writhing under his weight, and more turned on than ever, even though your ass is raw and leaking cum, and your back aches from the rough ground.
Finally, he pulls out of your mouth, and shifts, crouching lower and lower down your body, walking on his knees, until he places himself between your legs. He grips them in his rough hands, lifting you onto the small of your back, and rises onto his knees again, aiming his dick at your hole. He lifts your legs up high, holding one in each hand, and then shoves forward, impaling you with his dick.
He fucks you against the ground, slamming you into the ground and ramming his cock deep, shoving your shoulders painfully against the rough ground with every shove of his cock. He takes your hands to make you hold the back of your knees, and then lets go. The zipper on his jeans scratches at your balls every time he shoves his cock into you, and it's not long before your grunting and yelping on the ground, gripping your knees and holding your legs apart for him. He puts his arms on either side of your head, and is soon ramming into you so hard tears are running down your cheeks.
"Yeah, boy," he snarls, "you like that, don't you?" He leans forward, and after a particularly deep shove, he comes, his load hot and thick with three spurts of slick cum, and you hear him grunt loud into your left ear as he reaches his climax. Then he rolls off you, and stands, looking down at you with a dark smile on his face. You lie there, panting. He rolls you over with his boot and rubs the toe of his boot between your ass cheek, where you feel the loads you've taken leak out.
He turns to go.
You...
