clark loves having you ride.
there’s no position in the world that makes him lose his breath like watching you climb on top of him, thighs spreading wide across his hips, ample ass dropping heavy onto his thick and long dick until you’ve got him buried to the hilt. he swears every single time feels like the first—the way your pussy grips him, hot and slick, squeezing around him like you don’t wanna let go.
the bed creaks beneath you both, dark sheets tangling around your knees as you start to move.
slow at first, just grinding down on him, letting him feel all of you. clark’s hands instantly find your waist, then slip lower to cup your ass, those big palms spreading you wider so he can watch how you swallow him up.
“m-mph, baby. . . y’so perfect like this,” he groans, head falling back into your pillows.
his eyes are heavy, almost dazed, because you’re giving him everything he loves all at once—your tits bouncing with every roll, fat thighs shaking, your face already scrunching up as if he hasn’t even started touching you yet.
you moan, breathy, needy, your nails dragging over his chest. “claaark—clark, feels so good.”
he bucks up beneath you, making you whimper louder, his cock hitting that soft spot deep inside you. the words tumble out before you can stop them, dumb and desperate. “ohmygod—ohhh, sooooo big—!”
your rhythm gets messy. his hips meet yours, rough and unrelenting, fucking up into you even while you’re supposed to be the one in control. it makes your body shake, tits bouncing harder as you cry out, your voice breaking into little sobs of pleasure.
“l-look at you,” he groans, hands sliding up your body to squeeze your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples. “so f-fuckin’ gorgeous—losin’ it on me. haah—can’t think straight, huh?”
you shake your head, drool wetting your lip as you bounce harder, thighs burning, ass clapping against his hips. “n-no! can’t—can’t think—j-just s’full.”
he sits up suddenly, chest to chest, and you feel his breath hot on your ear. “good. ‘s it. don’t hafta’ think, just ride me, sweetheart.”
the sound of your pussy squelching around him fills the room, loud and wet, each slam of your hips making the sheets slip. your walls clench tighter and tighter, that knot in your belly winding fast. you’re so close you can taste it, every nerve lit up, body trembling.
clark feels it too—he’s close, so close, his thrusts getting desperate, sloppy. and he knows you’re close too, right on that edge, wanting to cum so bad. “baby, wait—” his voice cracks, needy, almost begging. “i-i know, but i wan’ us to c-cum together.”
your eyes widen, pupils blown out, voice shaking. “r-really?”
“y-yeaah,” he groans, forehead pressing to yours. “together. just—ngh, hold on f’me.”
you nod, dumb and blissed out, grinding down harder, chasing it. he grabs your ass with both hands, guiding your rhythm, forcing you to take him deeper, rougher, until you’re screaming his name.
“c-clark! unngh—f-fuuuck, i’m—‘m gonna—”
“cum f’me, baby, cum with me—please,” he pants, cock twitching inside you.
your body locks up first, pussy milking him, spasming as that orgasm tears through you. your thighs shake violently, nails digging into his shoulders as your vision whites out. and then clark’s right there with you, groaning loud, pulling you down hard on his cock as he spills deep inside, hot and messy, stuffing you full until it’s dripping out around him.
you collapse on his chest, panting, whimpering with aftershocks as he keeps you seated on him, cock still twitching inside your cunt.
“sh-shit,” he breathes, pressing kisses all over your damp skin.
“i love you. i love watching you lose it on me.” all you can do is moan, dumb little “mmm” noises leaving your mouth, your pussy still fluttering around his cum.
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