You've barely gotten inside the door to your room when I grab you. My fist in your hair, I push the door shut behind us before dragging you over to your bed, throwing you on it.
I cut you off with a slap, hard against your cheek.
"Be quiet, girl," is the response you get as you stroke your stinging face with your hand. "And don't struggle."
I'm on top of you immediately, tearing at your clothes. I need you naked, as soon as possible. Your body has been on my mind all day, and while I've waited for you to get home I've worked myself inside my mind. I'm already hard as a rock, straining against my pants as my fingers work to undo yours, you shirt already torn off you and cast aside.
Once I've gotten everything off, my hand seeks your throat. I push you down onto the mattress, holding you there with a tight grip, using my free hand to unbutton my jeans. You're gripping my forearm, kicking your legs, but it's doing you no good, I'm not budging. It's only when you claw at me that I acknowledge your struggle, and I stop undressing myself to slap you again.
"I told you, be still." But I get it. You panicked. I loosen my grip on your throat a little, letting you breathe more effortlessly. It seems to calm you down a bit.
Pants halfway down my legs will have to do; at least I'm able to do what I need to. I give you a warning look, I've already had to repeat myself that you aren't to struggle once. You know better than to make me say it again.
You're still when I let go of your throat, but I have to force your knees apart so I can put myself between your legs. Even so, I think you deserve some encouragement.
"That's my good girl." I let my hand slide along your body, starting from your tummy all the way up to your breasts, past your collarbone and along your throat before I caress your reddening cheek. You look away, and I grab your face, turning it back towards me.
"No. Focus on me, princess." I make sure you keep eye contact with me as I press myself against you, cock touching your pussy. "Keep your eyes open, honey," I say softly when you instinctively close them at my touch. "That's it. Good girl."
I slide the length of me between your legs, stroking myself against your clit. You're a little dry, but that's okay. That's what spit is for. And I know you, we've been here before. You'll be soaking wet soon enough.
I move my hands down to hold you around your waist, lininh myself up with your hole, letting the tip of my cock linger for a moment to tease the feeling of having you stretch out around me before pushing forwards with a slow, determined motion. I lean into it, using my weight to go even deeper, putting my face even closer to yours.
"Fffuck..." My mouth is almost at your ear when I let out the word, almost whimpering at how good you feel. My breath is heavy against your neck when I start to move. Slow strokes at first, but it doesn't take long for me to pick up the pace, fucking you with more and more intensity. Soon, I'm thrusting into you, hard push after hard push, you pinned down underneath me.
"Oh God, you feel so good princess. Keep still for me, just like that, you're doing so good." I fred you my praise as I pound into you, fucking you into the mattress. You're wet now, so fucking wet, stretched around my cock as if you were made for me and only me. "You are a good girl, aren't you? Always so good. My good girl. Mine."
I slam into you with my final word, groaning into your ear as I push myself as deep as possible, pressing my whole body down against you when I cum. You feel so good, wet and tight around me, my cock twitching and throbbing from pleasure as I fill your insides.
For a brief moment, I'm still on top of you, spent from the intensity of my orgasm. But soon, I climb off you. Cum starts leaking out the moment my cock leaves your pussy, mixed with your wetness it drips down onto the sheets. I kiss your cheek, stroking my hand on your body, and I'm amazed at how smooth it is under my touch. I seek your throat again, gripping it without force.
"Thank you princess. You're incredible."