She climbed on top of him without asking, knees planted on either side of his hips, and grabbed his cock like she owned it. "Stay still," she told him, voice low and filthy. "I'm gonna fuck you my way tonight." His shaft was already rock hard, thick veins pulsing under her fingers as she rubbed the head against her slick pussy lips. She was dripping, had been since she pushed him down on the bed ten minutes ago, and she didn't waste time. She sank down in one slow, greedy push, taking every inch until her ass met his thighs and her cunt was stuffed full.
"Fuck, yes," she hissed, grinding her hips in a tight circle. Her clit dragged against his pubic bone with every roll. She leaned forward, palms flat on his chest, nails digging in as she started to bounce. Not soft or sweet—hard, wet slaps of skin on skin, her pussy gripping him tight on every upstroke. He groaned under her, hands gripping her thighs, but she slapped them away. "No touching. Just watch me use this cock."
She rode him faster, ass flexing, tits bouncing with each thrust. Sweat slicked her skin, and she could feel her juices running down his balls, making everything messier, hotter. "You like that? My tight cunt swallowing you whole?" she taunted, voice rough. She reached back and cupped his balls, squeezing just enough to make him curse. Her walls fluttered around him, close already, but she wasn't ready to come yet. She slowed to a deep grind, rocking her hips so the head of his cock rubbed that spot inside her over and over.
He bucked up once, trying to take over, and she slammed down harder, pinning him. "I said no. This pussy's in charge." She lifted almost all the way off, letting his cock slip out until just the tip stretched her entrance, then dropped back down with a filthy wet sound. Again and again, until the room filled with the sound of her fucking him—slick squelches, her heavy breathing, his desperate grunts. Her thighs burned but she kept going, chasing that perfect angle where every downward thrust punched the air from her lungs.
She shifted forward, hands on his shoulders now, and started rolling her hips in a figure-eight. Her clit rubbed constantly, swollen and sensitive, sending sparks up her spine. "Gonna come all over your cock," she warned, voice breaking. "Fill me up after, but not until I say." Her orgasm hit sudden and sharp, pussy clenching in rhythmic pulses, soaking him even more. She didn't stop moving through it, riding out every wave until her legs shook and she collapsed forward onto his chest, still impaled.
But she wasn't done. After a minute she pushed back up, hair sticking to her face, and started again—slower this time, deliberate, squeezing him on every rise and fall. "Your turn to beg," she said, smirking down at him. He did, voice hoarse, hips twitching but staying put like she'd ordered.
She used him until her second orgasm built, then third, each one making her cunt tighter, wetter, until finally she leaned down, bit his earlobe, and whispered, "Now. Come inside me."
He exploded with a shout, hot spurts flooding her as she kept moving, milking every drop. She stayed on top afterward, his softening cock still inside her, cum leaking out around the base. She rocked gently, savoring the mess, the stretch, the way he looked wrecked beneath her. "Good boy," she murmured, finally letting him touch her—his hands sliding up to cup her ass, holding her close while she caught her breath. The night wasn't over, but for now she owned the ride, and they both knew it.
