My first experience with Rough Sex (Long) [FM]

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**Disclaimer/CW:**

Evvvvvvverything that took place between me and this partner was consensual. It pushed some boundaries for me and taught me a valuable lesson about communicating upfront. We were better friends and better fuck-buddies for it. Yes, discovering things and taking risks in the moment can be really fucking fun. But being 100% on the same page is its own kind of sexiness too. Just tell people how you would like to be fucked. And ask people how they would like you to fuck them. The golden rule applies to orgasms too.

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This joy ride into the no-pants zone took place a bit longer ago than I care to admit. Honestly, a few of you have me feeling old AF lately. I’m not sure if I can keep up with the seemingly insatiable nature of those currently entering their prime debauchery period. So while perusing some of the more delightfully horny shit on this sub, I began thinking about a time when I most definitely could not keep up. And just how fucking good that felt.

**Please do skip ahead to the *** if you can’t keep your foul hands out of your pants for longer than a few mins. JK. do whatever the fuck feels good and don’t look back. This is a judgment-free zone. But this is mad long and I didn’t want to break it in multiple parts. So pace yourself, you pervy bastard.**

Let’s begin. I was still quite a young buck. Full of the repressed lustfulness long held captive by the Bible Belt. And ironically enough, this story taught me the many wonderful uh… alternative uses of a sturdy belt. But like all those captivated by an artistic discipline, I required a teacher. Enter Elizabeth, or Lizzy for short. Though, this nickname was the only thing short about her.

Lizzy was 6-feet of pure geometric sex. Holy cow, this girl could bend in ways that would threaten the space-time continuum. In welcomed hindsight, it very well could have been the optical illusions associated with her long-ass limbs. But it fucking wasn’t, ok? Homegirl had Gumby out-gunned. The leverage she could generate was genuinely terrifying. And I was scared to death.

In addition to her stilts, Lizzy had the long arms to match. She also had a wavy mane of reddish-brown hair and a surprising shapely figure. I don’t mean that in a derogatory manner by any means. Skinny girls can still get all this love. I just mean, for someone so tall and lean, she had hips to rival the best tricks of a hypnotist. Now there’s a tongue twister. Which at one point was Lizzy’s affectionate nickname for me. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Her ample hips flowed elegantly in either direction. Below, long long legs and sexy flexible feet. Above, a graceful midsection, two lovely little breasts, shapely arms, and a long neck. Her collar bones were fucking goals. And her face, framed by her auburn hair, was truly adorable. Like the scrunchy-nose kind of cute. God that shit gets me.

We had met a couple years before this, through some mutual friends. Instant sexual attraction. And while I had assumed it was a mostly one-sided affair, the 3-months or so leading up to these events had got me second-guessing my supremely ordinary levels of attractiveness. I’ve mentioned before, my only notable pros are a bit of misplaced confidence and good hair. And tbf, I have an abjectly cute butt.

Lizzy had been a little extra flirtatious the last few times we’d hung out. Flirtatious was definitely a mainstay of her personality, and so it wasn’t anything worth writing home about. But still, she was throwin’ a little extra sauce on it. My internal voices of down-right cockiness and pessimism (pretending to be realism, of course) were conflicted.

Each instance had a very rational explanation and a very horny one.

“Lizzy touched my arm like a hundred times, she clearly wants my cock.— But she also said her new shoes were bothering her, and she was simply steadying herself while adjusting them.”

“Lizzy covered my eyes from behind and did the ‘guess who?!’ on three separate occasions last night.— Yeah, but you also did a literal chicken dance. Ya’ll need to quit fuckin’ around with tequila.”

“Lizzy has been texting me first, like…. A lot.— Yeah bro, she’s fucking bored and you have a sick-ass meme collection. She has zero interest in the meme in your jeans.”

This is just a small sample of how my profoundly dumb mind works.

But then shit got kinda real. The couple that had first introduced me to Lizzy and her illustrious figure, was going out of town for the holidays. One of the members of this couple was going through a tragically serious “plant-mom” phase, which sucked on every level. But, it meant that Lizzy was recruited to house sit.

Now, this addition to Lizzy’s character profile is not entirely necessary. And I contemplated leaving it out because I don’t really like the vibes it gives off about me, as the one writing it down. Nevertheless, I will include it. Because it does feel like it adds some bolstering info about homegirl. Lizzy was a bit of a mess. Somewhere between Lauren Graham in every fucking role she’s ever played (except for The Pacifier, Lorelai had her shit together in that one) and that one coworker you really enjoy working with but also lowkey worry about. Lizzy was regularly between jobs, often changed her life’s passion, and never ordered just one thing on the menu. Idk, she toed the line of crazy-eyes and kindness. She was volatile.

Plant-mom and her high school sweetheart husband on the other hand were not. They were as picket-fence basic as one can get. And their high degree of self-awareness made it extremely endearing. Good folk, though and through. So whenever they went out of town, they called Lizzy to watch their rather extravagant (at least for 20-something millennials) home. Lizzy would get a really comfortable place to stay for a week or two, to drink all the rosé her heart desired, and a pocket full of cash at the end of it. All she had to do was water the fucking succulents. Which, by the way, to my understanding need *very little water*. Like isn’t that the goddamn point?

Anyways. I get some texts:

“Hey! Plant-mom and Plant-dad are headed back east next week” – Lizzy

“I heard! Are you watching the house?” – Your boi

“Yep (: You want to come hang on Friday? They left wayyyyyy too much wine for just me haha” – Lizzy

“Word. I can take off work a little early and grab some food omw” – Your somewhat excited boi

“You trying to wine and dine me? Lol” – Lizzy

*me doing that stupid thing with my face while I try and figure out how forward of a reply to send*

“Wine, dine, and sixty nine. Yes lol” – Your now slightly erect boi

“hahaha don’t let me stop you.” – Lizzy

“Haha bet” – Your fully hard boi

“(: see you then” – Lizzy

Fast forward to Friday. It’s like 11am and I am getting absolutely zero work done. Just twiddling my thumbs. Adjusting my pants. Clicking from one tab to the next. Switching between the same three apps on my phone. All I can really think about are Lizzy’s long-ass legs wrapped around me. Now it’s worth noting, that at this point, I was getting way ahead of myself. Lizzy and I had never fucked. We’d never kissed. We’d barely touched each other, all things considered. But I was getting that feeling in the pit of my stomach that tonight was theeeeee fucking night. I was also just horny, so who knows?

By like 4:00pm, I called it. I said to myself, “Self, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” I gathered my things from my desk. Then did one of those satisfying fuck-this-shit-i’m-out kinda walks. I started my car and shot Lizzy a text:

“ *Insert generic hipster pizza place name here – question mark* ”

“Yes pleasssssssse”

I grabbed the pizza and a sixpack of overpriced beer for good measure. I drove conservatively (all things considered) out of the city to the cute little neighborhood where Plant-mom and Plant-dad were living the suburban dream. I pulled up. *knock knock knock* footsteps. Butterflies. Jesus, pull it together man.

Lizzy whipped the door open. One hand on the knob, the other scrunching up her still wet hair. “Hey! Sorry I just got out of the shower.” She was wearing a black sports bra with an old cropped tee over it, and black yoga pants. Standing on the door-step, even with her head tilted and hips swayed, she was inches taller than me. I looked up her body, none too discretely, and took it all in. Holy shit. I would enjoy this climb.

I followed her into the kitchen and set the pizza box on the island, opening the fridge to put the beer in.

Lizzy chuckled, “Thanks, but seriously, there is so much goddamn wine.”

“Sweet, crack it open.”

She poured us each a glass from a pretty sweet, dark red bottle. Idk, Cab? Malbec? Who fucking cares. I took a big swig and let out a long sigh.

“Hard day?” Lizzy inquired.

“Uh.. kinda,” I replied with a nervous chuckle.

We opened the pizza box and stood on opposing sides of the island while digging in. I leaned over the counter with my elbows down. We made some small talk about the succulents and shit. We lovingly shit-talked Plant-mom and Plant-dad. And all their fucking chevron throw pillows. Yes, this was about that time in the world.

“Jesus, they just redid the master bath too, it’s insane.”

“Really?” I laughed, “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know? It’s just soooo new, ya know?” Lizzy talked dramatically with her hands, “But the shower, holy shit, it’s amazing. There’s three heads. And the water pressure, oof.”

At this point, I was either drinking my wine way too quickly, or a flush was crawling up my skin. I felt my face get warm. Lizzy’s finger was twirling her damp hair. Then it lingered on her collar bone. I subconsciously shoved a hand in my pocket and adjusted myself. A glass or three more and we were seated on the couch starting a movie. No idea what we “watched.”

I took the corner of the L-shape because even horny and buzzed as shit, never pass up the corner of a good sectional. Lizzy played it cool, sitting on the opposing end of the section. We had a few feet between us. With my feet up and a beer in my hand, I began to relax. I even began to second guess myself, “Self, perhaps this lovely woman just wanted some friendly company. You have been a fool. And you deserve the bluest of balls for your horny behavior.”

But thankfully, myself was dead wrong.

*** **guys, this it is, the touch yourself part** ***

Lizzy was adjusting. First, she reclined to her side, propping up on one elbow. She pointed her toned little ass right at me, those yoga pants painted around it. Not a panty line in sight. She “mindlessly” brushed her hand back and forth over it. She was teasing the fuck out of me. Back, forth, back, forth, my eyes flicked from the flat screen to her slightly-flat ass. No complaints here, she worked that shit.

She stretched out, her feet slid over to me. She bent the leg on top, dragging it back up to her. She arched her back and pushed a hand on her hip. This was gratuitous. She was like a long, sexual panther, reclining across the branch of some tropical tree. She rolled to her back, still pretending to watch the television to her side. I stole a stare.

Her longgggg legs were stretched out to me. Her bony hips rose high. Her little t-shirt rode up and her flat pale stomach led up to the edge of the black sports bra. Her skin was a little flushed and her hand mindlessly twirled through her hair again. She looked back to me and gave me a sly smile. I didn’t look away.

Lizzy slid her body down further. Her feet pushed across my lap. The beer bottle in my hand had been resting on my upper thigh. I moved it. Now we were staring at each other. Her knees bent, her ankle arched. Lizzy softly brushed the ball of her foot over my dick. I was hard as hell, but the layers of boxers and pants kept it pressed down. Her toe dragged along the length. She was biting her lip.

She dragged her foot over the top of my thigh and pushed between my legs. I shifted my hips turn them towards her. She pulled it back up, along the inside of my leg. She tenderly pushed it against my balls. Lizzy was tugging with one hand at the strap of her sports bra, one thumbing the waist of her leggings. She flicked the tip of my cock with her foot. I lost my shit.

I lept up and across the cushions. She reacted quick, opening her legs to wrap around my waist. My mouth was on hers. We were kissing, passionately. I felt her legs lace between mine. One long thigh crawled up, pushing against the inside of mine. She put soft pressure against my dick again. I pressed back, pushing into her leg. One of my hands was on the side of her hip. One gripped the arm of the couch behind her head. Her hand still wrapped around the strap of her bra. The other found the hem of my shirt and pulled it up.

Now I could feel her palm on my skin, trailing up my stomach to my chest. It felt incredible. Her hand was so smooth against me. She slid it around to my back, dragging her fingertips over the surface. My tongue found hers and flicked against it. She moaned in response. She pulled me tighter against her body. She wrapped her legs around me and my dick pressed against her pussy. A few Insignificant layers of cotton and polyesters were still keeping us apart, keeping our bodies from joining.

I began to pull back a little, drawing my mouth from hers. She put my lip between her teeth and held me there. I pulled back still. Lizzy bit down.

Fuck! That hurt??

My eyes flashed open. There was a fire in hers, staring back at me. But she let go and the moment was over.

I began kissing her neck, kissing her ear, her collar. She was breathing hard. My hand found her hips. They squeezed and pulled. I felt her follow, pushing her pussy against me. It was fucking brutal. My dick had to get free. Had to get inside her. My hands tugged at the hem of her yoga pants, beginning to peel them down. I felt my knuckles push into her soft skin. My fingertips grazing the small of her stomach, yearning to push lower. She inhaled with a soft giggle. Her hands rushed to mine and pulled them away. She placed them on the sides of her ass, outside her pants.

Ok, she doesn’t like that. Keep kissing her.

I squeezed her little ass with my hands, humping her while I licked across her neck. She gasped softly, moaning. She reached between us. I felt her trace her fingers down her lips, rub her palm hard across her clit. She turned her hand over and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. She squeezed and pull at it. I stopped kissing and pressed my teeth against her throat. I moaned into her flesh. She let go of me.

Lizzy’s hand found mine again. Pull pulled it from her ass under her t-shirt, but sill over her bra. She pressed it hard into her little tit, I squeezed gently and massaged.

“Yesssss” Lizzy whispered next to my ear. She put the lobe between her lips and lightly bit down.

I pressed on, still ramming my cock against her, dry humping her as best I could. My tongue crept down the side of her neck over her collar bone. I kissed her sternum. With one hand still stimulating her nipple through her bra, the other dug into the couch cushion, propping me up. My lips pushed lower, rushing to meet my fingers. My tongue slipped inside her bra, running over the curvature of her breast. My fingers tugged at her top, trying to free her tit. She laughed again softly. Her hand flashed up to mine. She removed it from her bra and place it firmly on the couch next to her waist. She nuzzled her head down, forcing my face up, and began to kiss me again on the lips.

Uhh, ok. She’s not ok with that either. This is just gonna be a makeout sesh. Got it. Just keep kissing her and enjoy it.

Both my hands were on the couch. Her legs were still wrapped around me, but loosely. I pulled back just a bit. My dick, still trapped in the prison of my pants, stopped pressing so hard against her. We kissed long. I shut my eyes tighter and just enjoyed it. Her mouth began to part again, her tongue slipping inside my mouth. Lizzy’s hand was moving. She slid it down my body, her fingers flat against my chest and stomach. Before I could react, she slipped it inside my pants, grabbing a handful of waistline and boxers and belt. She used her grip to pull her hips up off the couch. I could literally feel her pussy lips spreading around my cock, through our clothing. She was trying to fuck me without undressing.

I was so goddamn confused.

Lizzy kept humping me like a Koala bear. She damn near tried to swallow my tongue. One hand pulled up from the couch to the small of her back, resting on the bare skin. I pushed it inside her leggings and reached down to squeeze her naked ass. Immediately she halted humping me and pulled my hand back out, gripping my wrist as hard as she could.

I sat back on my knees, pulling away from her mouth. One hand was on the couch, one immobilized by her’s. Her head dropped back to the pillow under it. I looked at her, confused. She locked eyes with me. That fire was there again. Her lips parted as she flicked her tongue across them. She demanded,

“Are you going to fuck me, or not?”

I paused for just a moment. It felt like hours. Tentatively, I reached for the waist of her leggings, just below her navel. I tugged hard at them, but her hand lept up and slapped my hand away. She raised an eyebrow and pursed her arrogant lips together. I was done fucking around.

I seized her wrist, the one that had slapped me away, and pinned it to the arm of the couch above her head. She let out a gasp and moan. “That’s better,” she whispered sinfully.

Her other hand was still wrapped tight around my wrist. But she Lizzy wasn’t strong enough. I twisted my hand around, grabbing onto her wrist. I raised it above her head, next to the other. Her legs were still wrapped around my waist. I held both her wrists, over her head. Our faces were millimeters apart. Something changed in her eyes. She looked desperate, hungry. She wanted me. She wanted my cock.

“You like that, don’t you?”

Lizzy nodded quickly.

“You like it when when I hold you down?”

“Yes.” Her chest heaved when she said it.

“You think it’s funny to tease me all night?”

She didn’t say a word.

“You like slapping my hand away from you after you grind all over me?”

Lizzy licked her lips and pouted them. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

I ordered her, “Try to slap it away again, Lizzy.”

I pressed her palms together and gripped her wrists, tight with one hand. They were so thin, I could nearly wrap my fingers all they around them both. I held them there. The other hand slowly pulled down her body. She began to squirm and buck against me, but never unwrapping her legs. My hand brushed through her wild hair and paused on her neck. Her eyes flashed. I slowly slid my hand around her throat. I squeezed. Lizzy moaned as loud as she should through my grip. I shoved my tongue in her mouth and shut her up. I forced her hips down with mine. I stretched her arms out further behind her head.

I took my mouth off hers and Lizzy gasped for air. I let go of her throat and slit my hand down to her tits. I squeezed hard through her t-shirt, through her sports bra. She threw her head back to let out a primal yell. It was a yell full of longing and pleasure. I reached inside her bra, down the front. I grabbed at her tits, taking her nipple between my fingers. She looked into my eyes and begged me to keep going. I seized the front her bra and pushed it up. Her little tits fell out from under it. I took her hard nipple in my mouth, holding it in place with my teeth while I flicked my tongue back and forth over it.

Lizzy was getting loud. She began twisting and yanking her arms, trying to tear a hand free from my grip. I relented from biting and sucking at her tits. I looked up into her eyes.

“Stop it,” I demanded. Lizzy obeyed.

I paused while we held each other’s gaze, breathing hard. Then I slowly began rubbing against her. To tease her with my cock, like she did to me. My free hand released the center of her bra. It traced down her abdomen.

“Please,” She begged.

My fingers glided over her waistline, refusing to reach inside her leggings. I reached her pussy. I rubbed at her clit. I ran my fingers up and down her lips. I could feel the heat. Feel the moisture building through the thin layer of clothing. Lizzy’s head fell back, her eyes rolling with it. I continued teasing her sex through her leggings.

“Faster!” She breathily demanded.

My hand sped up.

“Harder!” She sounded on the verge of anger

I pressed, harder. Teasing her clit with what was almost certainly too much pressure.

Lizzy screamed out loud. I froze. Her eyes flashed open and locked with mine.

“Don’t fucking stop. Fucking rub that shit harder.”

God, this was getting fucking intense. Don’t get me wrong, I was as turned on as I’d ever been in my life, but something about it all was just a bit near the edge. I felt like I was walking along a clifftop. Or maybe standing at the top of high-dive, still working up the courage to jump.

I continued doing my best impression of a Brooklyn DJ circa 1989, between her legs. She was still screaming, moaning, yelling at me. She was getting increasingly more bold in her dirty talk.

“Fucking work my clit goddamnit! FUCK! SLAP my fucking pussy!”

Her yoga pants were soaked. My fingers were slick, even on the outside. And god, I was catching up to her. I could feel my heart thumping like a fucking hammer in my chest. I realized I was hot, even sweaty. I let go of Lizzy’s wrists and stopped playing were all at once. I sat back on my knees and ripped my shirt over my head. She did the same. Her little cropped tee and black sports bra went flying. Her pale chest, her cheeks, her throat were all flushed crimson. The faintest sheen of sweat danced along her skin. She looked magnificent.

Her leggings were still pulled high over her hips. Her smalls hand squeezed and pulled at her finally naked breasts. Her mouth aimlessly opened and closed with her breathing like it longed for something to do. She was downright wild looking.

I slowly unbuckled my belt, letting it hang to either side as I undid my fly.

“You better use that.” Lizzy hungrily starred at my waist.

Uhhh shit. This was officially open water to me. I tentatively slid my belt out through the loops. She giggled in response. I held it taught in front of me, nervous a hell. Did I want to do this? I mean, fuck yeah I did, but still. Lizzy, still clothed from the waist down, offered her hands up to me, wrists pushed together.

“Turn over,” I whispered, a bit timidly.

“Make me.” She glared back.

“Fucking turn over!”

I seized one of her arms around the elbow and yanked it across her body. She played along and turned over beneath me, shoving the side of her face into that fucking chevron throw pillow.

She placed her palms back together, behind her back, resting them on her ass. I began to wrap my belt around her wrists, not having a fucking clue about what I was doing.

“Wait. Spank me first.”

“…”

“Pleaaaaasaase Jamesfuckingbuck.”

I lifted the belt, folded it in half, and brought it down just hard enough to make a light *SNAP* on her covered ass. Lizzy moaned softly. I did it again. She kept moaning. I kept spanking with the leather strap.

Her hands began to work. Peeling down her yoga pants. Her tight white cheeks were already splotched with red.

“Harder,” she grunted into the pillow.

I did it.

“Fuck!” Came her muffled cry. “Harder!”

I gave it one more slap, the hardest yet. Lizzy legit screamed. A red puffy line instantly rose across her ass.

“Shit! Lizzy, I’m so sorry. Fuck—“

“TIE ME UP AND FUCK ME JESUS CHRIST”

I did what I was told.

I pushed her arms back up, above her head. I wrapped my belt around her wrists twice and tucked the leftover length through the middle. It did the trick. I reached back down to strip her yoga pants off completely. They were sticky with pussy juice when I pulled them away. Her pink lips were open, ready for me. Fucking hell, I was so ready too. My own boxers were covered in pre-cum. I could envision the sensation of gliding right inside her. Bottoming out against her warm flesh.

With all the grace of a mermaid having just been given legs, I stripped off my boxers and pants. My dick was so hard it was practically pointing straight up. I looked down at it, taking a brief moment to contemplate the wonderful hilarity of our circumstance, “Self, can you believe this? We actually get to fu—“

“SHOVE THAT LITTLE FAT COCK INSIDE ME JAMES”

Lizzy was not a liar.

I grabbed her wide bony hips and straddled her ass. I yanked back pulling her back to meet me. She felt the tip of me press against her. Lizzy moaned long and low. She left her belted arms out in front of her but tilted her head back up towards the ceiling.

“Yes, give it to me,” She begged.

I gripped her hips hard, teasing her lips with the head. We were both so fucking wet with anticipation. The noises alone were enough to give me goosebumps while remembering.

I placed the tip of my penis right inside of Lizzy. I rocked my hips up and back, rolling it over her clit and back in. I could feel her try to push her hips back, against my hands. She was trying to impair herself on my teasing cock. But Lizzy wasn’t strong enough. I held her in place.

“You like that? You like it when I tease you now?”

“JUST—“

I grabbed a fistful of her wild hair and shoved her head back down onto the pillow (not actually all the hard. In fact pretty softly, but it felt insane in the moment.)

“Shut the fuck up.”

I teetered on the edge of ecstasy and fear. I didn’t want to cross a line, but I didn’t really want to stop either. This whole thing was waking something up inside of me, something I didn’t realize existed and I wasn’t sure that I liked it. But I fucking loved it. So did Lizzy.

Instantly I could tell she liked that. The breaths escaping her lips slowed. Her whole body relaxed underneath me, melting into the couch. I felt the faintest squeeze of her pussy, but against my head, it was so acute. So intense. One hand stayed tangled in her hair, holding her head in place. The other slid from her hip across her ass. I gave it a light smack.

“Now I was saying…. Do you like that?”

“Yesssssss,” Lizzy breathed.

*Smack*

“Tell me.”

“Yesss I like it.”

*SMACK*

“TELL ME.”

“YES! I like it when you tease me with your fat cock!”

My hand squeezed her ass as hard as it could. My thumb slipped between her cheeks and found her asshole. A happy little accident. I pressed against it. At the same time, I pushed my dick in with a heavy, direct stroke. Like I had fucking manifested it, my dick glided in with all the resistance of an OtterPopTM sliding through its wrapper.

“OHHH”

“AHHGH”

We cried out in unison. Like Jesus Christ, we’re a few thousand words into this fucker and I finally just put it in. Holy shit, the relief for us all.

The next few moments were a blur. I had lost all sense of performance or technique. I was just fucking pounding Lizzy. I was thrusting with everything I had. I unconsciously pulled her hair back, bringing her head with it. She reared like a stallion, screaming in ecstasy.

— Yes, I know a stallion is a male horse. But “she reared like a mare” doesn’t have the same poetic drama. And this position is hot AF regardless of the genders involved. —

My other hand moved back to her hip, gripping hard while I pumped and pumped into her pussy, stroking relentlessly. One of Lizzy’s hand’s reached down to play. The other kind of flailed onto me, as if she could somehow force me to fuck her harder in such a weakened position.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck,” I was calling out which each thrust.

The rhythm seemed to break Lizzy’s ecstatic trance.

“Oh fuck, don’t cum yet.” She grunted between strokes. “I. want. to. watch. you. cum.”

Lizzy was completely in control. But I was still pretending to be. I let go of her hair and her hip. I pulled out of her. I shoved her back up against the couch so that she was kind of slumped up against it, but in the normal orientation. She lifted her feet flat onto the cushions, her knees bent high in front of her. I put one knee between her infinite legs and planted the other foot on the floor. I lined my cock back up in front of her pussy. Lizzy raised her still bound hands above her head, hanging them behind her. My hands gripped the back of the couch and I **pushed** back into her

The change of position was incredible. The angle of her hips, my cock pushing up inside. I thought I’d lift her off the couch. Lizzy moved with expertise. She arched her lower back, pushing her hips forward. I could feel her lips constrict around my shaft. Wet as ever, I suddenly had to push past resistance with every stroke, little as it was. I groaned and yelled out loud, not being able to fucking hold it in. Lizzy watched me with hungry pleasure. She knew what she was doing.

“Slap me,” She said it coldly

I caught her eyes but pretended not to hear.

“SLAP ME!” She demanded.

I gently, but quickly clapped a hand to her face, gripping around her jaw when I did it.

“SLAP ME! You FUCKING pussy!”

I did it.

My hand flew to meet her face. It wasn’t even hard, but it was hard enough. The sound echoed through my ears like a fucking gunshot. Lizzy yelled with a moan. She practically growled. Fuck, I didn’t like that. But she fucking did. Her lips were slipping around my cock. It felt like when you brush your leg against another underwater. Too soft and slippery to be real. I could feel preasure building in my balls as they slapped against her.

One hand moved to her throat. I just kept fucking her. I had no idea how long I could keep this up. Certainly not much more. I instinctively squeezed, trying to hold on to my orgasm a little longer. But it was slipping between my fingers. Lizzy’s eyes began to roll back. They were blinking closed with pleasure.

“Fuccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk”

Was that her voice or mine?

Her pussy squeezed. I was drowning inside of her. Her legs began to shake. I felt the gasps of breath forcing their way through her throat behind my fingers. Her mouth and eyes gaped open in unison. There were tears welling. Lizzy was cumming harder than I would have believed. But the sudden squeeze around my head, my shaft. Holy shit she was cumming. The fucking squeeze. Oh. My. God.

When I saw the tears in her breathless eyes, I let go of her throat immediately. I was about to freak the fuck out, but instantaneously I was interrupted. The release of my fingers corresponded to some confused nerve ending. My brain was sending all the signals. I felt cum rolling up my the length of my cock. I pulled out, clapping a hand around myself. I jerked hard and slow, shooting cum against the inside of her thighs, against her stomach.

Lizzy slid down with awareness and with ecstasy. She slid her legs off the couch between my legs, propping herself up on her back. The last of my orgasm pushed out, falling onto her tits. Her bound hands had slid down with her. She pushed my hand out of way, the grabbing onto me and taking me in her mouth. She smiled up at me with her eyes and sucked hard, licking against the head to clean me off. It was too much. The tongue, the lips, the sensitivity. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back, Falling onto the couch next to her. She laughed wickedly and crawled up to kiss me with my own cum still on her lips.

We collapsed. No idea how long we laid there, half comfortable, half not giving a fuck. Whatever fucking movie still rolling in the background. After some indistinguishable amount of time, Lizzy hopped up. She strutted back around the couch, with a slice of cold pizza in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. I came to, chuckling at the pure ridiculousness of it all.

Lizzy straddled my lap, by poor tired dick trapped under her ass. We were still a mess. I could feel the cum on her belly pushing up against mine.

“Ready for round 2?”

There was no round 2 that night lol

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