"Come on Nathan, let me see how rough you can be", F
From Create Your Own Story
"Come on, Nathan, let me see how rough you can really get," you challenge, breathless and eager. Your hips rise to meet his, eyes locked onto his blue ones with an intensity that only fuels him further.
Nathan's nod is abrupt, half nervous and half eager, and he throws caution to the wind. He surges forward, burying himself deep within your walls, eliciting a hiss from himself as he's enveloped by the welcoming heat. A thrilling mixture of pleasure and pain courses through his veins, driving him to push past his limits. This is what you both want, and he'll be damned if he doesn't give it to you.
He works himself hard into you, each powerful thrust accompanied by a grunt of exertion. The burn in his thighs intensifies, muscles protesting under the strain, but he refuses to slow down. His pants slip further down his body, forgotten in the maelstrom of passion that has consumed them both. They hit the ground with a mute shuffle of fabric, completely overwhelmed by the wet clapping of bodies and moans.
"God, yes," you add to the symphony.
You can feel fluids drip onto the kitchen counter, a health hazard you'll have to deal with thanks to the raw, primal need that has overtaken you. Nathan's hands grip your hips tightly, holding you fast as he continues his relentless assault on your senses.
"Never... felt... anything... like this," Nathan manages to gasp out between thrusts, their voice strained from the ecstasy that threatens to overwhelm them. Nathan can't help but feel a surge of pride at the way you shiver under his touch, watching as the words filter straight to the tight knot in your abdoman.
As the pressure builds within him, he wonders how much longer he can hold on ...
