A Good, Hot Fuck

That moment.
 
Sharp intake of breath.
 
    Held.
 
        Holding.
 
Pressure of rock hard cock head.
 
Soft guttural moan.
 
    Wait.
 
         Waiting.
 
Delicious resistance with the entry.
 
Walls stretched, juices dripping to puddle the sheets beneath.
 
    Sharper intake.
 
         Two Held Breaths.
 
That place of delicious friction.
 
Resistance of entry peaked, forceful lunge imminent.
 
Intense stare pinning you to the bed.
 
Your wrists held in iron manacles of his fists.
 
Your breasts heaving with the effort to finally a draw a single breath.
 
The mewling, whining, needy tiny noises rising from cunt to slip past parted lips.
 
The growl and thrust as he takes what is his.
 
Intense friction, hot and deep, balls deep, going deeper.
 
Taking the center of you.
 
Taking what he wants.
 
Taking you as he wishes.
 
The growling, groaning, guttural whisper at your ear.
 
Just before he takes neck between teeth.
 
That harsh sound, his hard exhale, one word, driving deep.
 
Over and over, hammering, pounding.
 
Making a fucking statement.  Fucking to make a statement.
 
Harder until you’re screaming and you don’t know if you are breathing.
 
Back arching, hissing, body wrestling of its own accord.
 
One.
 
Harsh.
 
Growled.
 
Primal.
 
Word.
 
“M.I.N.E.”
 
The teeth taking the neck, the bite hard, marking, claiming.
 
The edge, the screaming mother fucking make me cum please edge into oblivion and over and falling and reeled back again and falling and soaring and slammed backward and going black and too many colors and electricity and laying at the edge sweat drenched panting moaning crying begging to be left in the light in the weightless in the everything in the nothing more fuck me fuck more fuck me don’t stop fuck me while I cum keep me cumming take me higher give me more holy fuck.
 
Stars.
 
Darkness.
 
Quiet.
 
Peace.
 
Held.
 
His.