when mean men are in a mood; one that's less harsh and rough and more condescending and smug, they'll fuck you in a much different way.
he's smug in a way only a man who knows exactly how deep he's splitting you open can be, his weight heavy over you and his cock moving inside so slow it's torture. you feel every ridge drag against your walls and every thick vein pulsing hotly.
you find yourself so overwhelmed that you reach for him without even realizing, hands fumbling up his chest to anchor yourself, but he catches your wrists easily in his big hands and presses them back into the mattress with a soft laugh.
he finds you adorable for even trying. his voice drops to get all soft when he coos, "aw, I know, baby… I know," the tone makes your head spin like crazy.
"ohfff f-feels s'good," you keen. "so deep,"
he hums in response against your ear as he holds there inside you, letting you feel the way he's buried all the way. the thick head of his cock presses -like you said- right against that soft spot that makes your belly clench tight. he doesn't move or let you squirm away, just keeps you pinned and full until your walls are fluttering around him. then he's tilting his head so he can look down at your face through lowered lashes. "mmhm, see? told you i'd get it in. look at you, so full of me."
your eyes flick down at your tummy distended around him and you can't help the weak little noise you make. "yeah? you feel that, baby? look at where i am. riiiight there," he presses deeper inside you, wanting you to notice the way he throbs where his weighty cock rests in your plush insides. his thumb strokes absent circles over your knuckles where he's got your hands pinned.
he finally moves slowly, dragging out with the ridge of his head nudging along your slick walls until you're clenching down. he laughs soft when your back arches off the bed, sliding back in inch by inch. the whole time he's watching your face, obsessed with every twitch and every whine, until he bottoms out again and just holds there. he's rocking his hips barely, only enough to make you aware of how deep he is. your pussy has no choice but to mold around him.
when you babble out how you can't take it, he only nods along, "yeah, i know, i know... poor thing can't even think straight, hm?" his hand finally leaves your wrist so he can touch your cheek, thumb swiping over your spit-wet lip while he keeps you pinned with just one hand.
he begins pulling out to just the tip again, stretching your entrance wide, then pushing back in at a crawl, until every ridge of him forces your walls to give way. the stretch burns, but it makes your eyes roll, makes your belly tighten and your toes curl, and he's watching it all, eating it up. your wrists twitch weakly under his hand and you whimper, "w-wanna hold you, please... lemme touch-" e just tuts, leaning down so his breath fans over your mouth.
"no, baby. you don't get to hold onto me. you just take it." his tone is honeyed, coaxing, but his grip on you doesn't budge. "you can make all those sweet noises for me, but those hands stay right here."
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