I fucking love overstim cause I can tie you up and force you to cum again and again and again and again and again until you're a trembling, incoherent mess begging and sobbing like a pretty little abused angel so overwhelmed you can't even muster up the energy to fight back when I've finally tortured you for so long that I can't stop myself from flipping you over and forcing myself inside you until I stretch you out so much it hurts
Hand in your hair, guiding you and making you leave a trail of sweet, adoring kisses across my dick demonstrating your pathetic devotion like a good, obedient toy. Making you kiss it until it's leaking all over your lips, covering your face. Roughly pulling your hair and finally ramming it down your throat, pressing your head down and making you take it for me.
"Oops, wrong hole, I'm sorry" while fully intending to force myself in her ass, using my weight to pin her down so the only thing she can do is scream and try to kick me away
He loves how your waist looks between his large hands and how easy it is to pick you up and throw you into whatever position he desires.
He loves it.
So every time he is reminded of how small you are, he goes a lil feral. Like right now.
A movie was playing. Something Tyler Perry. That old bitch Madea was going crazy on the screen while you were curled up next to your boyfriend in an impressive ball. Eyes glued to the tv, giggling and following the plot. So small and adorable.
How the fuck was he supposed to pay attention to the movie?
His hand innocently played with your hair, blunt nails gently scratching your scalp in a soothing motion, before trailing to your neck. Just stroking your skin, before his fingers wrapped around your throat. Not squeezing, just resting there. Admiring how his long fingers looked around you like this. You uncurled yourself from your ball, looking at him with curious eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"You're so small," is all he says, hand leaving your throat so he can grab your ankles, yanking you down and out of your curled position completely. You squeak, looking at him with wide eyes. You don't fight him though. He would never hurt you. He's just a fucking horndog and you know him too well.
And, well, you were definitely one too.
So as he discarded your clothes somewhere on the ground, and when he pushed his hard cock inside of you, who were you to tell him no? Who were you to tell him to stop?
Instead, you just moaned and dug your nails into his back, eyes practically rolling at the feeling. You're so small, it's always like he's too big for you. It took a few times for you to not get overwhelmed by his cock, but he was so patient with you. Shushing your worries and telling you it's okay, that the two of you will take things slow and figure out what works for you.
Now that you're comfortable, though, the two of you fuck like rabbits.
Like right now. It didn't take long for him to start slamming in and out of you, groaning in your ear and telling you just how good you feel wrapped around him.
"Fuck, baby, it's like this little pussy was made for me," he grunted, rutting into you faster, "This pussy is mine,"
"Yours," God, you could say it all day every day. Yours yours yours. I'm yours. Every part of me is yours.
He then looks down, admiring the way his cock slides in and out of your little cunt. His hands firmly on your waist. The way his tip is visible every time he pushes deep inside of you, creating a tummy bulge.
You were so small. Fuck, he was going to cum so hard.
"Wait, wait, wait! I changed my mind, okay? We can try tomorrow," comes my panicked voice, attempting to kick at the man who has my calf firmly in his hand.
He dodged it easily, raising an eyebrow at my attack attempt before continuing to drag me along, my body sliding easily across the wooden floor and back towards our bedroom.
"Dammit, fucking let go!" My hands surge forward, attempting to pry his fingers from my leg.
"That's not our agreed upon safe word," he mocks calmly, pausing to readjust his grip on my calf. I huff angrily, falling back onto the floor as I continue to be dragged along.
"You're not the agreed upon safe word!" I hiss back, sass and venom potent in my voice.
A snarky chuckle fills the room as he paused to glance down on me, "That would also be correct. Do you want a treat now?"
"Oh, fuck," I launch up partially, going to smack his hand when he shifts enough, latching on my upper arm with an iron grip before he launches me over his shoulder, "you!"
I screech, kicking at him which is quickly stifled by his locked grip across my legs before the resounding SMACK fills the room, leaving me speechless as the familiar burn rushes across my ass from where he spanked me.
"Anything else you want to add?" He goads, continuing down the hallway until he tosses me with a soft thump onto our bed. I flip him off with both hands which is met only with a cocky grin as he easily wraps the cuffs from earlier around my wrists, tightening them in a fluid movement that leaves me both impressed but pouting.
"Now, before we continue," he tilts my chin up, a smirk playing on the edges of his lip, "do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?"
The sass flares back up as I nip at his hand, nearly biting the thumb that was absentmindedly tracing my lips. His smirk morphs into a full blown smile as a sadistic gleam enters his eye. "As you wish, baby," he murmurs.
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"No, no, nononono," comes my incoherent whine as I try to scoot away from his hand, but I'm left mostly immobile from how he has me tied and pinned - my hands fastened behind my back and my thighs pressed open by his knees. His hand flexes, fingers delving deeper into my wetness, earning a high-pitched whine from me and a deep squelching sound as my hips lift to meet him.
"Shhhhh, baby, you've been making a lot of demands today," he almost sounds disappointed despite the cocky tilt of his head, the dark gleam in his eyes. I feel his fingers twist, curl, thrust into my tightening channel and for a second my brain goes fuzzy and I whimper, trying to escape again.
"Hmmm, do you not like this?" he goads, thrusting his fingers in a steady pace, a pace that has me seeing stars and mumbling incoherently. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Yessssss," I hiss, arching against him as I gasp, my thighs quivering as an orgasm washes through me. He makes a soft groan of awe, the squelching noise made by his fingers growing louder as he doesn't slow his pace.
"Yes? You want me to stop?" but his fingers show no intention of slowing, his thumb circling my clit which makes black dots dance across my vision. A breathless moan leaves me as I shake my head before my pussy convulses, squeezing his fingers as my juices gush across his hand.
"It doesn't seem like you want me to stop," he whispers in amusement, his fingers spreading my juices across my pussy as if marking me with the proof of my desire.
"I..." the words die in my throat, tears pricking at my eyes as I shift, a failed attempt to escape as both of his hands lock onto my hips.
"Where do you think you're going?" his voice is laced with menace now, thick with desire, and he's staring at me like I'm his favorite meal.
"Too.. too much," my voice quivers as I shake my head, lip trembling as a couple tears roll down my cheeks. His hands slide up my hips, tracing my waist before shifting suddenly. One hand throws my leg over his shoulder and the other grabs my chin tightly in his grip. "Tears don't work on me, baby. Use your words if you really want this to stop," his voice is heavy with desire as he tilts my head down to where I can see his length resting against my folds, throbbing, "Otherwise, I'm going to fuck you until you forget everything but the way I fill you up."
He shifts, rolling his hips, pushing his cock along my folds, and bumping my clit which evokes a loud moan from my deep in my throat, almost a strangled gasp. He pauses, releasing my chin as he shifts back, his hand now free to rub circles into my clit as his shaft pushes through my folds. The tip catches my entrance, pushing in just enough that my eyes roll into the back of my head.
The pleasure is immense and I find myself trying to press into him, needing more, desperate, but he pulls back and a broken sob leaves me. "Shhhh, it's okay, baby," he murmurs, thrusting gently against my pussy, the tip bumping my clit every time. All I can manage is unintelligible whining as my body crests with pleasure. The sensitive nub is an all consuming burn of overstimulation, leaving my thighs quivering restlessly. He alternates his thrusts with rubbing my clit, coaxing another orgasm out of me.
My toes curl, my mouth falls open, and my pussy spasms around the nothingness. A satisfied moan leaves his lips as my wetness gushes through my folds, coating his cock until it's slick with my essence. His pace is relentless, teasing and sending aftershocks through my body, but my pussy clenches again around nothingness. Another sob tears through me and I attempt to move, escape, cling - anything to stop the overstimulation as my brain starts to go fuzzy around the edges.
"Please, please, please," I try, pouting up at him as I once more start shifting, but his grip is firm, unrelenting, "I'm sorry, please. Don't stop, I need it, need you, pleasepleaseplease. Fuck me, fill me, own me, just as long as you put it inside me or I'll die. I'll die, oh, plea-"
The words die in my throat as pleasure rushes through me so intensely I lose myself to the hot pleasure for a second. My breaths come out almost hysterically, panting as my whole body quivers as I try to recover. Finally his hand relents, sliding down my leg before hooking the other leg over his shoulder.
"That's my girl, anything for you," he praises, shifting until I feel the bulbous tip pressing into my entrance. I find myself immobilized between him pinning me to the mattress and the ties behind my back. He leans forward until his body blankets mine possessively before pushing the rest of his cock into my tight walls. The burn of my pussy stretching to fit him slices through me with the most desirable pain as I moan loudly in appreciation.
Nails dig into my closed fist as the pleasure rushes through me. His pace is brutal, consuming, as his body blankets and clings to mine. He swallows my moans with a greedy kiss, our tongues swirl together messily. "Mmmmm," I whine, trying to find a way to stay grounded with the pleasure that consumes me. My already sensitive pussy clings desperately to his cock. An impatient sound leaves me before he groans, kissing me more hungrily.
He thrusts so hard and deep that when he hits my cervix, I squeal incoherently as my orgasm pushes through me. My thighs quiver and I cum messily, my pussy squelching louder with each thrust. Even as he sees me unraveling, his pace doesn't falter and I see stars for a moment before he bottoms out inside me.
He bites my lip, groaning as he stills and I feel his hot seed filling me. Shifting slightly, I whimper as I lift my hips more eagerly to push him even deeper as his cock throbs, pumping every drop into me with gentle insistent thrusts which push it deeper. His arms wrap around me, encasing me in his warmth before pressing gentle kisses against my jaw.
"Mmm, see you didn't die," he whispers hoarsely, my body still quivering in need as we remain entwined in each other. My cheeks flush as I remember my earlier begging.
"Can you untie me now?" I whisper with a small pout.
"Who says we're done?" he murmurs, nibbling along my neck and rolling his hips which drags a needy sound from me.
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