Chaz clutches my hips and yanks my ass closer to him. He sinks himself into me, uttering a low moan. I spread my legs wider for him, and he moves his hips closer to mine. His hands squeeze my ass, and he gives me a hard spank before rapidly fucking me.
I bite the bedsheet to contain my moans. My toes curl, tensing against the forceful movements. I feel him shudder inside me. I arch my back.
"You're so fucking impossible," Chaz says. I feel his breath blowing against my back. The warmth of his breath mixed with my light sheen of sweat makes me wetter.
"Just shut up and fuck me." I mean for my voice to come out angry and firm, but instead it's high-pitched and pleading.
Chaz leans over me so he can drive himself deeper into me. I grab the blankets on the bed, clawing them closer to my chest as Chaz rocks us back and forth. He moans into my ear and bites my neck. Instantly, I feel hotter and wetter. I reach down to touch myself.
Chaz slows his tempo and sits up. He pulses inside me each time he goes deep, and spanks me before pulling almost all the way out. I release a muffled squeal each time he spanks me. It feels so good when he acts more dominant. I feel like I can relax, and let him control my pleasure.
He smacks my hand away from myself. I squeal and kick at him. He spanks me a few times and slides his hands to my core, rubbing light circles around my clit. I gasp, then exhale into light moaning. His thrusting bumps his hand against me, which adds variation and stimulation.
With his other hand, Chaz runs his palm over the curve of my ass. He slips his fingers between us, getting them wet with our fluids. I feel pressure against my asshole as he pushes his thumb in. My muscles contract and twitch around him, heightening our pleasure.
"Damn you," I say. "That feels so good." I move my hips in time with his, bumping myself against him.
He exhales a breathy moan. "I can't imagine being quarantined with you," his thumb sinks further into me, causing me to clench in a way that feels amazing. "But the sex is a plus."
"Fuck you," I say through clenched teeth. "Why do you have to be so arrogant, it makes me so-" I squeal as he puts his fingers on my clit and starts lightly but quickly rubbing me. His thrusts quicken to match his fingers' pace.
"Wet?" He says with a smug tone.
It's true. I'm dripping down his legs, and I'm getting wetter by the moment. It's tragic that my level of frustration is tied to my pussy.
"Are you gonna cum for me, babygirl?" Chaz whispers against my ear. It sends a shiver throughout my body. I roll onto my tiptoes to give him better access to me. His quick movements over my clit are driving me insane with need.
