Your cock is my second favorite thing (erotic prose)

“You’re going to break my cock if you don’t move,” you yelled.      
     
“It’s your fault if I do!”      
     
I fell off and giggled.      
     
“Ow! Fuck! I thought you liked my cock, why are you….”      
     
I leaned over, pulled your cock into my mouth for a single long suck, kissed the hole then scooted over to grab the book we bounced off the bed.      
     
“Your cock is my second favorite thing,” I said.  “This one? Babe, pleeaaaseee?!”      
     
I pointed at the open Karma Sutra book you’d gotten for my birthday.      
     
“Wheelbarrow!” I said.      
     
You sat up, kissed my neck and held a tit like a comfort blanket. My cheeks were pink, my skin dewy.    
   
“Hurry up,” you whispered.      
   
You pulled me onto your lap, your cock nestled between my asscheeks like a pervy hotdog.      
     
“Hold on. I need to figure this out. I can rest my head on my arm, but … hm?”      
     
You rocked your hard shaft against me.      
     
“I want to be in you,” you said.      
     
“Save that boner. I’m figuring out this leg…”      
     
The book flew across the room, and I didn’t have time to consider its aerodynamics before you flipped me over.      
     
“I need to fuck you,” you growled. “Now.”      
     
You pushed my face into the mattress and slapped an ass cheek.      
     
“But…”      
     
I shut up when you dipped your cock into my pussy and rubbed your wet shaft along my slit.      
     
We both moaned when you nudged my clit with the head.      
     
“I need” you said in a clipped voice, as if you were in pain, “to fuck you.”      
     
You pulled my ass up by my hips, and put your hand under my right thigh. I braced my left leg and wrapped the right leg around you.      
     
You slid in from behind.      
     
Slow. All the way in.      
     
Then all the way out.      
     
My knee buckled when you shallow- fucked me with just your thick tip.      
     
“More,” I whispered      
     
You gave me more.      
     
I come easy in doggy, but this shit had me bite the bedsheets. You beat the walls of my pussy just fucking right.      
     
“Fuck, oh god, baby,” I panted. “I’m coming. Fuck. I’m….”      
     
You slapped my ass, hard, and I came as your pelvis pounded against my ass. I screamed into the mattress, clawed until I broke a nail.      
     
Then you whispered in that sexy voice, “I’m close.
 
That’s a kink I have.      
     
To know you’re about to feel what I feel, and you’re going to leave your cum on my body, in my body.    

“Fuck!”

I spasmed so hard I forgot to exhale as my pussy tried to squeeze you in half.        
     
You cussed and convulsed, calves knotting, fingers digging into my hips, cock pumping like you were aiming for my uvula.      
     
We collapsed on the bed, absolutely spent, and didn’t speak for long moments.      
     
 “Yes!” I sighed. “ I like Wheelbarrow.”      
     
“So my cock is your second favorite thing?” You asked kissing my nose. “What’s the first?”      
     
“Tacos.”