"Fuck, you tight," he groaned, his jaw clenched. "Pussy gripping me so fucking tight. Damn, ma."
"Sosa," I whimpered, my hands on his chest. "It's too big,”
"Nah, you can take it." He pushed in more, slowly, giving me time to adjust. "That's it, relax for me. Let me in."
Inch by inch, he worked himself inside me, and I felt like I was being split in half. The stretch was intense, borderline painful, but the look on his face was pure pleasure mixed with restraint, and im not gon lie that made it worth it.
"Halfway there," he muttered, looking down at where we were connected. "Look at how your pussy stretching around my dick. Look at how you taking me. So fucking sexy."
He pushed in more, deeper, and I cried out, my nails digging into his chest.
"I know, baby, I know," he said, his voice strained. "Just a lil’ more.”
Finally, he was fully seated inside me, his hips flush against mine, his dick buried so deep I could feel him in my stomach.
"Fuck," we both groaned simultaneously.
He stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust, his forehead resting against mine. "You feel so fucking good," he panted. "Pussy wet and tight, gripping my shit perfect. Goddamn, ma."
He started moving, slow and deep at first, each stroke deliberate. His dick dragged against my walls, hitting spots inside me that made me see stars. He angled his hips and hit my G-spot dead on, and I nearly screamed.
"Found it," he said with a smirk. "Right there, huh? That's your spot?"
"Yes…mmmhmmm… Right there,"
"Aight." And then he started fucking me deeper.
His hips snapped against mine, his dick pounding into me, hitting that spot over and over. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with my moans and his grunts. His handsgripped my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me in place while he fucked me.
"This my pussy now," he grunted, his voice rough. "Say it. Tell me who this pussy belong to."
"It's…. fuck…. it’s yours!" I gasped out, my hands clawing at his back.
"That’s right ma." He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle, and suddenly he was even deeper. “You bet not ever give this pussy to nobody else. You hear me."
"Yes! Oh god, yes!"
His hand came up to wrap around my throat, not squeezing hard enough to cut off air, just enough pressure to make me feel owned, dominated.
"Look at you, taking this dick so good," he said, his eyes locked on mine. "Pretty face, titties bouncing, pussy creaming all over my dick. You look so fucking sexy like this. I could fuck you all night," His other hand moved between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in circles. The combination of his dick pounding into me and his thumb on my clit was too much.
"Sosa, I'm gonna come again," I whimpered.
"Then come. Come all over this dick, ma. Let me feel that pussy squeeze me."
A few more strokes and I was coming, harder than the first time, my whole body shaking, my pussy clenching around him so tight he cursed.
"Fuck, yeah, just like that," he groaned, fucking me through my orgasm. "Feel that pussy milking my dick. Damn, ma."
But he didn't stop. As soon as my orgasm subsided, he pulled out, flipped me over onto my stomach, and pulled my hips up so my ass was in the air.
"Arch that back for me," he commanded, and I did, pressing my chest to the bed while my ass stayed up. "Goddamn, look at this ass. Been wanting to see this shit bounce on my dick."
He positioned himself and slammed back in, and the new angle made him feel even bigger, even deeper. He grabbed my hips and started pounding into me, harder and faster than before. My ass bounced with each thrust, and he groaned.
"Yeah, there it go. Look at that ass jiggle." He smacked my ass hard, the sound cracking through the room. He smacked my ass again, harder, and I knew his handprints would be left there. Then again. And again. Each smack punctuated with a hard thrust.
He reached forward and grabbed my hair, wrapping it around his fist and pulling my head back, arching my spine more. The slight pain mixed with the pleasure and I moaned.