I arched my back as the need built in me. I writhed, but I was pinned, at the mercy of his steady fucking. Then he did something with his hips, adding a thrust with a bit of a twist. My eyelashes fluttered. He nibbled on my chin, then my earlobe. Goosebumps rose over my skin, a complementary feeling to what he was building inside me. I whimpered. I needed this feeling to go somewhere. It was so different from a clit orgasm. When he kissed me, I bit down on his bottom lip to hold him hostage. He had to go faster, or else I might die.
“Please,” I whined. I tugged uselessly against his hands. He kept going steady, so I added some pressure to his lip.
He chuckled and thrust hard.
I moaned and opened my mouth without thinking, freeing him. He did it again. I rubbed my breasts against his chest and tried to control his speed with my legs. I needed something, something that I couldn’t put a name to. I needed him to give it to me.
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