You ride him

You push him down onto the floor and climb on top before he can protest. He starts squirming. Once again, to no avail.

“W-wait—not here” His voice is high and shaky. His cheeks are burning red. “Please!”

You ignore him, pull your underwear aside, and sink down onto his cock in one smooth motion.

He gasps, eyes flying wide. “N-no—! Too much— I can’t—!” His hands push weakly at your hips, trying to slow you down, but his body betrays him. His cock is throbbing, and his face aflush with pleasure.

You start riding him. Hard. Every time you drop your hips, he lets out a sad little whisper, head tossing to the side, a strand of silver hair on his lowe rlip.

“S-stop… I’m serious...” He tries to buck you off, but the movement only drives him deeper. His thighs tremble beneath you. “I’m not—”

You lean over him, pinning his wrists beside his head, and keep riding him harder. His resistance crumbles into **** moans he can’t hold back, even as he keeps weakly murmuring “wait… wait…” between all the fun you're having.

His eyes are glassy, his lips parted, looking so helplessly pretty while you take him exactly how you want. It feels good. Taking control feels good. And you feel your insides get hot just at the idea.

You ride him faster, hips slamming down without mercy. His weak resistance has completely melted away.

“I can't hold it.”

His whole body tenses beneath you. His cock throbs inside your pussy as he tries one last time to push you off, hands shaking against your thighs.

“I’m— I’m coming~!”

He cries out, voice cracking in embarrassment as his orgasm hits him hard. His back arches off the floor, long silver hair spilling everywhere while his hips jerk up , pumping hot spurts deep inside you. His eyes squeeze shut, tears of pleasure slipping from the corners as he moans. Unable to stop his **** sounds, and to stop you

You keep riding him through it, grinding down hard to milk every last pulse. His cock twitches and throbs inside you for what feels like forever, giving you another wave of post-coital pleasure. When it finally fades, he collapses back onto the floor, panting, flushed crimson from his chest to his ears. His eyes are dazed and teary.

Yes. Just the way you like it. The sheer vulnerability on display is enough to turn on your sadistic desire, and an evil grin takes over your face.

“…I told you to stop…”

He looks utterly ruined. And all the more beautiful for it.