My fingers trace along your chin in a tender caress that finally settles about your throat. Gentle pressure holding you loosely against the wall as my lips find your ear, whispering tantalizing questions. The pressure growing on your throat as you explain exactly why you're here. An answer whose sincerity I doubt, demonstrated by my suddenly vice like grip. Forcing in air you do your best to convince me. Strangled shouts that you're here to be my plaything, my toy, my personal whore as I slowly squeeze off your air.
Satisfied my hands disappear. Replaced by the sound of tearing cloth. I rip open your top and strip off your bra. Using it loops to loosely bind your wrists behind your back. Then I'm shoving you down, grinding you along the wall until your butt smacks the floor. My fingers digging into your head, holding it perfectly in place as I free my cock. My head enters you mouth, pushing deeper as I swell. Each thrust goes further as I seemingly try and drive my rod through you and into the wall. Making you gag. Futilely squirming against immovable pressure. Until I finally cum on your face.
Then I'm dragging you up. Carrying you bodily across the room. Tossing you onto the polished wood of the table. Your pants are stripped away, panties torn apart. One hand winds through you hair, yanking sharply back to force your head up. Forcing you to look into the mirror fogging under your breath. To stare into your own flushed, cum coated, and tear stained face. Watch as you yelp as my free hand smacks into your ass. See the pleasure and pain chasing themselves across your face. Stare in amazement as you lips part only to say one word, 'harder.' A request I happily comply with.
My arm swing up and down. I choose my spots well. Making small groups, skipping back and forth, slamming down in regular blows. Sometimes lingering, digging my fingers deep into your flesh. Sometimes offering a sensual caress after a vicious blow. Variety that never allows you to settle even before my fingers slip between your thighs. Attention that ensure all your cheeks are burning and flushed before I move behind you. Letting my naked hip brush against your raw behind I also slide along your slit. Rubbing my length along you, pushing between your folds. Our grinding hips never letting your forget my ferocious assault even as I take a new tact to torturing you. Long, luxurious passes that tease your sex already alight with desire. I hold you head back with one hand, my other now pins you against the desk. In the mirror I smile at your feeble struggle and sudden invocation of exactly what I should do.
Still I move slowly. Enjoying myself. Easing into you. Inch by inch. Centimeter by centimeter. Taking my sweet time. Exploring every change, every spot that makes your face change or you squeeze tighter around me. Slowly pushing deeper even as you cry out for me just to fuck you.
And slowly, ever so slowly I give in. My smile becomes a growl. I want this. I want to slam you into the table. To drive deep into you. To feel you writhe and tremble beneath me, the desperate quivering around me. I want to claim this. Mark it. Pound it into a more perfect form that is truly all mine. And I do.
My fingers raking along your back. My hips hammering into you. The force pushing your face into the mirror. Harder and faster until it seems something will break. Then your weightless, floating and still being pounded. My hand leaves your hair, snaking around to your throat. You find yourself pushed back into me, atop me, watching yourself be jack hammered in the mirror. I bite, my growl reverberating through your shoulder. My fingers do not so much rub as smack at your clit in the frantic fucking. My teeth move along your neck, snap at your ear, my breath washes over you. The two of us are reduced to moaning, growling, mewling animals driven only by lust. Only dimly are you aware of anything beyond me filling you, slamming into you. Until I roar one word into you ear.
Cum
