Perfect Fit - Scene 1

The tight heat of his cunt gripped me hard, muscle clenching like it meant to break something. He rode me rough, his little cock slapping against his belly with each grind, and every move dragged another filthy sound out of his throat. His hands pinned my wrists above my head, like he really thought he could hold me down if I decided not to let him. Sweat slid down the line of his back and his breathing came ragged, desperate. He looked mean about it, too—lips peeled back, brows drawn tight, like getting fucked was something he had to win instead of take. I could feel every twitch of his hole around my cock, milking me in these fast, mean little pulses that made my stomach knot. His balls brushed my skin, tight and drawn up, and he leaned close enough that his spit landed on my mouth when he snarled that he wasn't done yet.