Big slut

She feels his hand tangle in her hair, yanking her head back as he pounds into her from behind. A sharp cry escapes her—pain and pleasure blurring together as her spine arches, her back bowing to meet his thrusts. The stretch of her scalp sends electricity down her neck, her mouth falling open in a silent scream.

Her hands scramble for purchase on the sheets, knuckles white, as he uses her hair to control the angle, driving deeper with each thrust. She's drooling on the pillow, mascara running in dark rivers down her cheeks, completely undone.

"Yes—fuck—pull it harder—"

Her voice is wrecked, barely coherent, but the demand is clear. She pushes back against him, meeting his rhythm even as he holds her by the hair, her body moving on instinct, chasing the feeling of being completely taken.

The grey dawn light catches the sweat on her skin, the flush spreading across her chest, the way her lips form an O with each thrust. She's never felt this exposed, this owned, this free.

She turns her head as far as his grip allows, meeting his eyes with a wild, desperate look.

"I'm gonna cum. Please—let me cum—I need—"

The words dissolve into a moan as he drives into her, her body tightening around him, teetering on the edge.