My eyes rolled to the back of my head as his thrusts became.
“You are so tight,” he said in a strained voice.
With one hand on my waist, keeping me in place as his thrusts became faster, he used his other free hand to wrap around my shaft.
I moaned like a slut as I arched my back.
The pain I felt had long dulled, and it was now replaced by pure, undiluted pleasure.
Sweats trickled down my body as he thrust into me without mercy.
I balled my hands on the bedspread and had to bite my lower lips to stop the moans.
He flipped me, driving in to the hilts.
“Stop!”
I cried out.
“Please.”
Tears streamed down my eyes.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, to bring him closer.
“You said I should stop, but you are still milking me with that cute bottom of yours.” He growled.
His palm on my shaft moved in sync with his thrusts.
The faster his thrusts became, the more desperate his palm on me became.
“I'm coming!”
