I gulped, regretting for a second that I refused his offer for a safeword when we first became sexually intimate. Not that I would have used it right now anyway.
He moved a hand down to my breasts, grabbing a handful before pinching my nipple. There was none of that sweet gentleness of our usual love sessions. I tried to suppress my moan, but when his fingers reached my clit I couldn't help but let out a small gasp. He didn't tease me even for a second and straight up pushed what felt like his whole fist into my cunt. In reality, it was probably only two fingers, but the intensity with which he pushed into my folds was overwhelming. He knew how to please a woman, hitting all the right spots when we went at our usual pace. But now he was doing it with a furiosity that made my first orgasm approach very rapidly. I let a scream out when I came, so loud that I was sure our neighbours three floors up and down would hear his wrathful lovemaking.
While I was coming down from my ecstatic high, I noticed a hand at the back of my head pulling me up. When I opened my eyes, I saw he had used my short stupor to undress as well and was now pushing his dick in my face. He used the opening of my panting mouth and wasted no time to quickly push my head all the way down his shaft, his tip hitting my throat barrier. I was glad that in our current position, with me lying down, chin to my chest, it was impossible for his erect member to go any further. That didn't stop him from trying, though. I was unable to breathe as he held me down as far as my throat would allow. Struggling for air, I briefly considered tapping out, but instead my hands wandered down to my clit. My body was betraying me.
"That's right! You love this, don't you, slut?" He pulled out of my mouth, allowing me one deep breath before plunging back in, now furiously fucking my face. I was supposed to resist his sadism. But instead, my body loved it. I fingered myself, but my own efforts were nothing compared to what he had done to me before. I gave up and started twirling my tongue around his shaft. Maybe if I was satisfying enough for him, he would allow me some more pleasure.
After one more deep thrust that hit the back of my throat, he finally let go of my head, instead grabbing my neck and pulling me up off the couch. He pushed me towards the closed door, my oxygen-deprived brain trying to coordinate my limbs in a way that allowed me to stay up. I probably would have failed had he not moved behind me, pinning my chest against the cold wood. He locked my arms behind my back with one of his, the other helping him position himself to enter me. I felt his dick between my legs. I had to stand on my tiptoes to allow him access to my snatch. It went in easy, my insides pulling him as deep as possible. I almost came the moment I felt it all the way inside me.
He pounded into me with such ferocity that, at some point, my legs lifted off the floor. Not that they would have given me any support anyway, because I came shortly after. My legs completely stopped working and were flailing in the air as I was pinned between the door and a hard place, cumming the hardest I had ever done up to that point in my life.
He must have noticed my inability to contribute, as he turned me around, moved his arms below my thighs, and lifted me up. I couldn't do much in this position, but the least I could do was grab his dick and point it at my entrance. My pussy had been void of his cock for all of about 5 seconds at this point, but it felt like an eternity. I looked up at him with the best 'fuck me' eyes I was able to muster. There was fire in his eyes. A fire I could burn myself in if I wasn't careful. But right then, I wanted it to burn me. I wanted it to devour me. I wanted it inside me.
He thrust into me again, and I had to break eye contact as I closed my eyes in pure bliss. I was nothing but a sex toy to him right now. My moans must have added fuel to his fire, because he showed no sign of losing any of his furiosity. My throat was getiing sore from the constant moaning and the face fuck earlier, so instead I rested my head on his shoulder, kissing his neck. Another orgasm was rolling over me, but instead of screaming, this time I sunk my teeth into his neck, giving him a hickey that I later had to inspect to make sure I didn't injure him.
When my orgasm subsided, he threw me onto the couch and laid down behind me. I love being the little spoon normally, but this wasn't about my preferences. He chose this position because it gave him full access to my body. He grabbed a handful of my tits while pounding into me. He rubbed his fingers on top of my clit while kissing the side of my head. He grasped a hand around my neck while using my body for his pleasure. I finally felt his dick clench inside my pussy and his thrusts become harder and longer. The hot sensation in my womb told me he was cumming. And knowing I was able to please him made me cum as well, tightening around his cock to increase the pleasure of his orgasm.
He was right when he said this would be one-sided. This was completely unfair. I was just laying there, having the time of my life, while he had put in all the work. I drowned in pleasure while he had to channel his whole strength to keep us up in these positions. At the end, I was having one orgasm after the other, while he had only been able to release his frustrations once. I had gotten all of his precious sperm inside me, while he hadn't had a chance to taste any of my juices. In the end, he was right after all. This was what I needed. But I still came out on top. At least in my mind.
