flesh

strong hands on me. gripping me. not caressing, but pulling at me. rough fingers dragging across my skin. nails digging, leaving thin scars, drops of blood. trails of pain on my flesh. on my wrists, my throat, hold me down. spitting angry words into my ear…
‘you fucking whore. I want to make you mine….’

“Open your mouth” pulling my hair back and opening my mouth, “Suck my cock whore.” Moving up and down your cock, adoring you. Worshipping your gorgeous cock, thick and red. Aching, angry. vicious. Faster, my mouth slides on you. Making loud noised while I slurp you into my mouth, trying to prepare for your cock pushing into the back of my throat, but still choking on you. Oh God… more please. Please.

“Enough!” pushing me back on the bed, my legs and arms tossing backwards as I tumble and you fall over me, using my hair to pin me to the bed, my head still pulled back, exposing my neck to you. Your face buried into the crook of my neck, biting down and making me cry out. “Cry, cunt. Let me hear you cry.”

My legs fall open, my soaked cunt. The scent of my sex filling the room and making you drunk with desire, power. Maybe rage. I know you crave me. I know I make you crazed. You know me, you see into my eyes and burn your name on my spine. Yes, you know me. It’s almost frightening. I scares me, intrigues me, and draws me in closer and closer. For this, for this moment when all the others fall away and I am yours. Just you. Only me.

Your cock, still throbbing from my mouth-fuck, pierces my cunt. Laying heavy on my body and using your hands to pin my legs open you thrust into me. Thrusting, scooping me with your cock, pulling at my pussy, my g-spot as my voice trembles and I whimper beneath you. So good. I am aching to feel you. To fuck your pulsing cock as you empty into me. I am wanting, wanting it slower, wanting it tender… thick, dripping. I want what I know you won’t give me. Not now. I’m burning to keep you here. Fucking me, drowning me in sex. Submerging my senses in the scent of your skin, the taste of your sweat.

Balancing on the edge, you feel it on the tip of your buried cock. A tremble inside me. My cunt start to swell and throb, pulsing on your thick cock, matching my voice spitting out words of adoration, sex, worship. You are my church. Your body is my temple. Every breath, letting go of my defenses and falling… falling farther. Please… please. more.

“Don’t you fucking cum….” your voice drips thick and heavy at me, “You will wait for me slut.”

I can’t. “No please….” I am begging, “I can’t. Please. I need it. Need it so bad. Please.”

My eyes are closed, and I can feel your evil smile burning into me, “Oh you want that don’t you?” Your body slows and I feel your cock moving inside me, slower, more deliberately, pushing into me, deeper this time. “You want to cum bitch? You? Miss ‘jerk it for me, slut‘? Now YOU want to cum?”

I groaned and trembled, I could feel it crawling. You know I will cum. Your words meant nothing. Your cock controls me and I don’t hear them. Toying with me, battling my body against my brain. The torture only makes it more delicious. Your words, thick, like a tongue across my spine, your body pushed against my clit causing my legs to tremble.  Your voice echoes in my cries as I reach it.  Unbridled and unallowed.  I cum, without permission.  Losing myself.

My body shatters under you.  A thousand pieces of glass nerves that release into the air.  I am holding on to you, gripping, pulling, swearing.  Losing me.  Lost in you.  Don’t stop.  Don’t ever stop.  Begging you.  Please.  Have me, love me, own me.  Destroy me.

Whatever it takes, don’t ever go.  Don’t ever stop.