So Wrong

He obliged and flipped us over so I could ride him. His strong hands cupped my butt and tried to move me up and down, but I resisted. Leaning across his body so that my nipples touched his chest, I whispered in his ear. “I’m running this, asshole.” I sat up and moved all the way up before slamming back down. Scorching heat up through my pussy obliterated any remaining particles of pain floating around in my mind.

He moaned and slid his hands around, letting one grasp my boob while the other toyed with my clit.

I ran my nails up and down his chest, scratching him as I moved fast. My hair flew around me; some strands stuck to my sweaty forehead. The sex was so intense I nearly burst out into tears again.

Wanting to dish out the same punishment, I started slowing down. I ground into him, letting his cock move around inside my soaking warmth.

“No,” he said breathlessly. “Please. I need ... Need it faster.”

“Too bad.” I smirked when his eyes focused on me. My head fell back as I moved back