“I’m so fucking proud of you.” I run my fingers through her hair as I press my dick against her wet pussy.
“Well, I haven’t done anything yet.” She rests one of her legs over mine, opening herself up to me.
“You’ve been following your dream for years, Callie.” I push inside of her. Not all the way, just enough to tease her.
“For the love of God, will you just fuck me?” she begs, tilting herself forward to take me further.
“Am I going to hear complaints in the morning that I pushed your pussy past her limits?”
She pushes against my chest so I end up on my back, right before she straddles me. She then bends to kiss me. I groan into her mouth. I’m not far off and her display of power is only serving to move me faster towards an orgasm.
When she ends the kiss, I growl, “For the love of God, will you just fuck me?” I throw her words back at her.
“Oh, you want me to do all the work?”
I grip her hips. “Well, you did just take charge.”
“That was because you were dawdling.”
Fuck it.
I force myself up and take her with me, rolling her onto her back. Spreading her legs, I thrust inside, not failing to take in the pleasure that crosses her face as I do it. She wraps her legs and arms around me, and I fuck her hard.
Usually, I control myself enough to make sure I’m not too rough with her, but I’ve lost the ability to do that this time. I’m focused on one thing, and one thing only.
My head drops and my eyes close as I pump into her.
Her nails claw into me.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Rough.
Hard.
She takes it all.
I demand more.
She claws my skin.
Her legs clench around me tighter.
In.
Out.
I consume her.
But that’s nothing because she’s already consumed me.
She fucking owns me.