He takes you from above.
From Create Your Own Story
He lowers himself onto you, pressing his chiselled chest against your breasts, squashing them between the two of you.
You feel him line himself up against your lips.
This is it. Excitement runs through you and on a chance you look up at him and smile sweetly.
He's not smiling back.
And then suddenly he plunges himself into you.
You gasp, choking on a scream as his entire length enters you at once, breaking through your virgin walls and pressing against your womb.
You try to get your breath back, to cry out but his hand clasps over your mouth and before you can do anything else he's drawing himself out and slamming in again with even more force than before.
Your whole body rattles as he pounds you into the mattress, and nearly through it.
It might be the alcohol, no it almost definitely is, but quickly you're numb to the pain and a pleasure you've never felt on your own begins to build up like a flame in your core.
You moan into his hand, and suddenly it's taken away.
He's staring down at you even as he pounds you mercilessly, each thrust feels harder and faster than the last.
He wants to hear you moan, you realise, to moan like a desperate whore in heat.
You do so happily.
Time begins to bled together as you twist and writhe, the adventured never slowing down as he takes you.
No. As he fucks you like a whore.
That's what you are isn't it? Begging for more every time he enters you and all you can do is raise your voice and grip the sheets for all your worth.
Eventually, when your mind in almost gone, you notice something change.
He speeding up more. Like he's ready to burst.
You can't even move.
