Thinking about being pressed up against Pope Cody and he’s so hard and warm and huge and ughhhh
He’s got you prone bone, hard tummy and pecs pressed flat against your back, a layer of slick sweat between your bodies. His forearms are locked on the mattress, caging your head between them. All you have to do is tilt your face slightly to suck on the hot, sticky sweet skin of his freckled arm.
His lips ghost the shell of your ear, letting out needy, breathy moans. His tongue darts out to tease your earlobe before he nibbles on it, continuing to pound his cock into you.
“Oh fuck, Pope. I need more, I need—” you let out a strangled moan, struggling to vocalize what your body wants from his.
“Words, baby. You gotta tell me,” he growls, thrusts never faltering.
“Closer, I need you closer,” you cry.
“I’m right here, I’m right on you baby,” he coos, trying to push his weight further into your backside.
“I need more,” you moan, bringing your hands up to grip onto his arms, desperate.
“Shit, okay. Lift your head up.”
You comply, pushing yourself up off the mattress just enough for Pope to snake his arm around your neck, holding your head up with his bicep. He flexes his muscles, causing your vision to blur slightly from the pressure at your throat.
The sensation of him choking you with his arm combined with the weight of him flush against your back as he ruts himself in and out of you has your walls clenching around his thick cock, pleasure flooding between your legs.
Pope’s orgasm follows close behind yours, warm ropes of cum filling you up as you’re still coming down from your high.
He sucks hot, wet kisses against the back of your neck, his breath fanning across the sensitive skin there.
You relish in the feeling of his body weight still pressed into you as he releases his hold around your neck. All fucked out, he’s practically crushing you with his muscular frame, your own makeshift weighed blanket … <3