I glanced down between us and saw what he meant. My pussy lips were stretched wide around his thick shaft, gripping him tight as he pushed deeper. He placed his big hands on the back of my thighs and pushed them back further and further, so I could take all of him.
"Fuck," I breathed, watching him disappear inside me.
"Oh shit," I moaned, my hips starting to move with his. "That feels so good."
"Yeah?" he murmured, his lips brushing against mine. "You like how this dick feel?"
"Yes," I gasped. "Fuck yes."
He picked up the pace, his strokes getting deeper, harder. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mixing with my moans and his grunts.
"Goddamn, your pussy so tight," he groaned. "Gripping my dick so good."
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he cursed under his breath.
"Fuck, Sia," he said, his pace picking up. "You tryna make me nut already?"
"No," I breathed, my nails raking down his back. "I want you to fuck me. Really fuck me."
Something shifted in his eyes—something dark and primal—and he grinned.
His eyebrows furrowed. "You sure?"
"Yes," I nodded my head rapidly.
He pulled out completely, and I whimpered at the loss. But before I could protest, he flipped me over, bending me over the armrest of the couch.
"Arch that back for me," he commanded.
I did as I was told, arching my back and pushing my ass up in the air. I could feel my pussy dripping, my juices running down my thighs.
"Look at this pretty ass pussy," he said, running his hand over my ass before giving it a hard slap, then inserted his finger and began to finger fuck me. Inserting one finger was just the beginning to an erotic pleasure that made my toes curl, but when he inserted another finger, I lost it.
I yelped, the sting mixing with pleasure.
He lined himself up again and pushed in, this time in one hard thrust.
"Oh fuck!" I screamed, my hands gripping the couch cushions.
From this angle, he felt even deeper, hitting spots I didn't even know existed. He didn't give me time to adjust—he just started fucking me, hard and fast, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust.
"This what you wanted?" he growled, gripping my hips. "You wanted me to fuck you like this?"
"Yes!" I cried out, my whole body shaking. "Yes, fuck, don't stop!"
He didn't. He kept pounding into me, each stroke harder than the last. I could feel my orgasm building, that familiar pressure coiling in my core.
"Dose, I'm gonna cum," I whimpered.
"Not yet," he said, slowing down. "Hold that shit."
"I can't?—"
"Yes you can," he said, pulling out and flipping me over again.
This time, he sat down on the couch and pulled me onto his lap, positioning me so I was straddling him.
"Ride this dick," he commanded.