You pushed too far

His grip on your hip tightens suddenly, his fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks as he jerks his cock free from your slick hand with a wet sound. A rough grunt escapes you as he shoves you back against the counter, the edge biting into your thighs.

"No," you rasp slightly panicked, as his breath hot and uneven against your neck rumbles. "Not like that."

Before you can react, his calloused palm slaps against your bare ass—once, twice—the sharp sting making you gasp as he yanks you forward.

The slap of his palm against your bare skin echoes in the cramped space, the sharp burn lingering as he yanks you forward by the hips. His thick cock drags wet and heavy along your inner thigh, leaving a sticky trail of precome as he grinds against you with a low, guttural noise. The cold edge of the counter digs into the small of your back as he forces your legs apart, his calloused fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass. His breath is ragged, his chest heaving against yours as he lines himself up—the swollen head of his cock nudging against your entrance, hot and insistent.