After our intense, intimate scene – which he had controlled beautifully – I brought him out of toppy head-space and back into his body with my tongue. We were in the coolness of the bedroom and I licked his skin gently, worshipping him all over. No words were required as he nudged my head towards his cock, and I sucked him until he was rigid.
As he raised me up and then pushed me down onto him I squealed. My labia and clit were so tender! It was amplified by the vigorous fucking, and my hips kept lifting up of their own accord and he had to push them down again to keep his cock deep inside me. It wasn't that it was too deep: it was just the tenderness of my pussy against his crotch.
He fucked me and told me I was going to come. I struggled with that because the messages from my body were mixed. I felt overwhelmed. I wondered what was going to happen, but when I opened myself up to the sensations I came hard, and as I collapsed onto him he held me close.
Then he decided he wanted me to come again. I wondered if I could. He told me that I was going to, no matter what, and then grabbed my hair and my throat. He said that I was to be his ragdoll, his fuck toy. I let go totally. It was so hot getting fucked like that, with the slight compression of my airway and that hard cock fucking me mercilessly. I felt my lust glazing and crackling to a crisp, and then I was rigid with orgasm. I couldn't believe he'd made me come again, but oh my god it was hot.
He took his turn fucking me just the way he likes best. It hurt. I felt the pain of my tenderised cunt, and I told him that, but he just fucked me harder. It seemed to appeal to the sadist in him. I felt his cock swelling and becoming even harder, and he kept on fucking me until he came wildly in my cunt, his breathing hard and ragged.
I love it when he fucks me like that.
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