your boyfriend never lets you win pushing him away while he fucks you with his mouth
you try once, twice, fingers twisting tight in his dark hair, yanking because the pleasure is so sharp it almost hurts. your thighs are already trembling around his ears and every drag of his tongue feels like it’s peeling you open layer by layer.
he doesn’t budge.
instead he makes this low, broken sound against you, half groan half whimper, the vibration sinking straight into your clit. his big hands clamp down harder on the backs of your knees, spreading you wider, pinning you exactly where he wants. like he’s saying without words: you’re not going anywhere.
“baby—” your voice cracks, barely a whisper.
he answers by flattening his tongue and licking a slow, heavy stripe from your entrance all the way up, curling the tip around your swollen clit at the end. then he sucks, gentle at first, then firmer, cheeks hollowing while his eyes flick up to watch your face crumple.
you pull again, desperate, scalp burning under your grip.
he moans louder this time, shameless, hips jerking once against the mattress like he can’t help it. the pain lights something up behind his eyes and he presses his face deeper, nose buried, tongue working faster, messier. wet sounds fill the room, obscene, unapologetic.
your legs try to close on instinct. he growls, actual growl, and forces them apart again, shoulders wedged firm between your thighs now so you can’t even think about closing them.
he likes the tug. likes the sting. likes knowing he’s overwhelming you so completely that all you can do is claw at him while he drinks you down like he’s starving.
another hard suck and your back bows off the sheets, a sob ripping out of your throat.
he doesn’t stop.
just keeps groaning into your cunt every time you pull, every time it hurts him a little, like the pain is proof you’re still here, still feeling every filthy second of what he’s doing to you.
you’re shaking apart and he’s latched on like he’ll never let go.
