Bedtime Bound

Smirking, I move on all fours, finding myself somewhat amused not only by what was going on, and by how easily I submit to him. Smiling along, I move casually along beside. I'm soon by my bed as he lets go. Standing up, I felt him give me a kiss on the cheek, his arm wrapping around me. I let out a soft moan at the tough, before beyond gently moved onto the bed. I find myself lying on my back, legs spread wide.

I find myself smiling at him, feeling his left hand now on my waist, and moments later, his cock rubbing across my clit. I gasp, smiling his way wildly. He pulled me close, my legs only spreading wilder as I giggle back his way. Maybe it's the drinks talking, but I find myself quite excited by what he was going after. Sure, we've done it before, sober and otherwise, but still, I found myself more than a bit intrigued by what's about to happen. Smiling wildly, I reached my arms out to my sides, clinging hard to the bed as well as I could, even as he playfully rubbed his cock across my folds, clit and shaved mount.

I gasp, moaning, even as my smile widens further. I knew he was playing with me, his coy smile making it clear, but found myself not minding; so long as he did more than just tease, anyway. "You want me to bang you, don't you? Say it!" to which I gasp, find myself taking in a deep breath as pleasure and anticipation crew within me. I felt him rub his member across me, his left hand roaming across my exposed and naked body, tantalizingly playing with what he was after, though making it clear he wanted me to demand it.

Moaning once more, I heard my breath louder already before I shout out, "Yes, Take me! Oh, Please, yess! Claim Me! FUUCKK me!", following by me gasping aloud, noticing all the while his smirk grew lopsided. With that, he pulled back, pausing as he smirked; moments that felt to stretch on. Finally, he held onto me with his right hand, his left planted on my breast, as he drove his rock-hard member roughly into me. I gasped aloud, my head falling back till I was looking at the ceiling, as I orgasm hard just as release pulses through me swiftly.

My legs, at my sides, bounce uselessly about him, my body moving forward and back with his thrust. I felt his member stretching me out easily, his cock tightly fitting within me. He pauses once more, pulling out slowly until only his tip remains inside. After another pause, in which my legs now moved to cling behind his back, he waited once more before forcefully pounding himself into me, and I cried out loud as Peter claimed me roughly.

I knew he was playing, using me for his own pleasures, seeking to make his domination evident, and perhaps even humiliate me in the process. At that point though, I simply sought him to keep doing it. Gasping, I tighten my grip on my bed, feeling his hand tighten around my waist and breast before once more thrusting himself into me, even deeper than before. My legs bend as he presses himself deeper, and my body shifts along with it, as he claims me forcefully. I find myself not caring who may hear as I cry out loudly, shouting encouragement his way as he pounded me.

I felt his thrust groin claiming me now, slowly but roughly and forceful. I belt him keenly using me, his member driving deeper with each thrust, though I only desire was for him to keep at it, as I orgasm exploding in more with increasing frequency. I rocked with each pounding, feeling his tight grip as I did my best to hold myself in place. He was clearly enjoying himself, and all the while, kneading my right breast in his left hand. I moaned aloud regularly, crying out, "AHHHHahhhhHHH FFFFffffffUUUUCCKKK AAHHHHHHhhhuuuuuHHHHH!.", as my body explodes with desire for more, even as my thought narrow to simply how much pleasure all this left me in.

My legs wrapping around him as tightly as I could, I vaguely knew what he was after, but my only care was for him to keep doing it. I wanted... no, needed him to keep pounding me. I climax hard then, as his balls finally smack into my mound, and I cry out, louder than before, at the sensation. Pounding me, I did my best to keep in place, my cries of pleasure giving him all the encouragement I could, even as I knew he's using me for his own desires.

I felt his left hand grasping and groping me, even as he roughly thrust himself deep into me, sending waves of pleasure and orgasms cascading through me. I felt pleasure keenly then, my mind losing track of time, and eventually noting how he increasing in speed in pounding and claiming me, sending me into ever higher amounts of pleasures flooding through my being. My cries of pleasure grow primal as I give up any pretense of crying out words at all. Claiming me swift as a piston now, he ploughs me roughly, swiftly taking me to pound town. My head rocking with his thrusts, even as I did my best to hold myself in place, as orgasms race through me at regular intervals. I climax suddenly then, feeling his load exploding into me, and again moments later/. I felt him painting my insides keenly, aware of it happening and finding more than a small part of myself enjoying the realization. I felt him thrusting himself into me a bit more, and not stopping until he has unleashed every drop into me.

He rubs himself off against my folds before pulling himself back into place, a smug expression plastering his face as he works. All the while, I relax my body, doing my best to catch my breath. He chuckles then as he looks me over closely, his smug, calculating expression clearly indicating something yet to come...