Fantasy Fucking

Pounding

Touch me softly with warm hands. Come up behind me, grasping me in strong arms. As you feel me relax into you, rake my skin with your nails.

I'm alert and on fire. This is something more. This is something dangerous. I need it as much as you do.

Push me forward on the bed. Shove my head into the mattress. Growl obscenities into my ear. Tell me this is for you, not me. Tell me you're going to take what you want.

My body responds. My ass thrusts towards you. Moisture collects in my pussy.

Lean forward. Bite me. Harder, goddamnit! I need to feel this tomorrow. Mark me as yours. Hurt me. Stake your claim on my skin and in my body.

One smooth thrust and you fill me completely. Pressing me into the blankets, your hand firmly on my head. You're in control. I'm going to be fucked - hard.

Your strength overpowers me. I couldn't struggle against this onslaught if I wanted to. Each thrust harder than before. Your cock is like a piston in my weeping cunt. Your hands press down on my hips, keeping me in my place.

This isn't about give and take. This isn't about sensuous desires. This is hardcore fucking. Hurt me. Fucking hurt me. Bruise me. Mark me. I'll wear it proudly. Proof that I felt something.

Grab my hair. Pull. My back arches impossibly as I look back at you. The feral look in your eyes mirrors my own. Pound my cunt. Fuck it like you mean it!

The sound of slapping skin and the smell of sex fill the room. I grunt and groan, no energy for more. One hand still in my hair, the other reaches around and holds my throat, a warning.

You growl at me to shut the fuck up. Your hand squeezes slightly. You control every part of me, even my breath. I lean into your hand. Take it all, even my very breath.

The pounding in my cunt quickens. You're close now. I can feel it. I lose all sense of being, the sensations overwhelm me. Finally with a roar, you thrust one last time, filling my body with your cum.

You release my throat and hair. Smacking my ass, you lean in close to me, your lips tickling my ear.

"That was just the warm-up."

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, and an opinionated marketer. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

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