"Fuck me!"

He chuckles slightly at his victory.

"That's a good girl." He draws himself almost fully out of you before falling still, earning a faint whimper of disappointment.

All of the air is **** from your lungs as he forcefully thrusts forward, burying every inch inside of you all at once. You don't get a chance to replenish it all, Josh pounding you almost violently, as if he wants to **** his cock through your pussy into the rest of your abdominal organs. Every burst of pain blends with bolts of pleasure, stirring your mind into a confused mess of sensation. Very little conscious thought manages to claw its way through.

The face above you is familiar, but different; another side you've never seen. His brow is furrowed in concentration, his breathing labored, sweat beginning to build up. Much to your chagrin, it's actually kinda sexy. Fleetingly, you wonder if he would look handsome without that omnipresent smirk on his face, before a particularly sharp strike blanks out your mind.

It isn't long before your eyes are rolling into your head, tongue lolling. Somehow, as you feel your impending orgasm rising, you manage to move your self. He hesitates for less than a second as your arms wrap around his torso, clinging on tightly. As he continues, he seems to somehow have gained greater fervor, all semblance of self control quickly fading from his pace, power, and precision. His hands press flat to the mattress on either side of you, his bangs tickling your forehead as his breath warms your lips. Automatically, your legs close around him, unable to actually hold him against you but trying regardless.

"That's it," he says quietly between breaths. "Just let go. Enjoy it. As soon as you cum for me, I'll make you mine. So give in."

The idea is so tempting. You may not even have a choice in the matter. He's manipulating you like PlayDough, molding you like modeling clay. His cock is revealing to you nerves you never knew existed before, giving you feelings that muddle your mind. His words echo in your fuck-emptied mind, doing their best to embed themselves into every nook and cranny of your being.

Your eyes widen, muscles tightening a his lips meet yours. Automatically, you allow his tongue access to your mouth, your own trying to meet it meekly, just for a taste of his conquering organ. As he groans into the kiss, you topple over the edge, crying out your release as every muscle contracts, your cunt trying to milk his cock, urging him to release inside of you. He halts, going stiff, only his tongue still moving, lashing about your mouth furiously, ensuring his own saliva touches every possible centimeter.