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I’d been telling him gimmie rough sex that any time he wanted to stop being loving in bed and just play a hungry, demanding, and dominant lover, I would be very welcoming to the idea.

But that was definitely his hand, urgently parting my warm, damp thighs under the covers. His hand cupped my cheeks and then dipped a finger into the bottom of my slit. My neck hairs prickled as I felt his breath on them, raspy and wanting. I was now awake, and he had my full attention at that point.

His hand slid roughly up my hip and bunched up the t-shirt I wore, pulling me up off the pillow. Before I quite realized what he was doing, he had me effectively cuffed with the shirt somehow binding my arms behind me. Gimmie rough sex.

He shoved me back down onto the pillow and as I tried to get my arms and legs in a comfortable position under me, his hand clamped down on my throat and he kissed me quite fiercely.

Oh my, this was something!

My tongue slashed back at his, even as his teeth nipped at it, and then at my dry lips. His grip relented and as I sucked in fresh air, I let out a gasp as his palm squashed my naked tits. He pinched both nipples hard and I almost screamed, even as the beginnings of an orgasm roiled inside me.

“Gimmie rough sex–” I begged vocally before his slap breathtakingly ended my sentence. I was stunned. For a half-second, I almost blurted out for him to stop but I held on and was immediately grateful I had stalled.

His fingers were back at my nipples while his lips continued their assault on my face.

Kissing me hard. A hand worked its way back down to my thighs and grabbed my cunt, squeezing and taking what he wanted of me. I had never wanted him this bad, and I told him so.

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He grunted and inserted two stout fingers, urgent and demanding. My insides were turning into jelly, and I could feel and hear the moisture I was producing as he finger-fucked me. With one hand he held up my thighs while the fingertips of his other hand curled upwards and rubbed against my g-spot and I was about to lose my mind. Again, he kissed me as incoherent noises gurgled out of my mouth, driven to the precipice.

Faster and faster his hand went, and I couldn’t control myself anymore. I screamed as he removed his fingers, and then proceeded to wash him with wave after wave of liquid. Back in went his fingers, and when he removed them, they were followed by another spurt. I was spent and fell backward, my knees curled up to my chest as my hands remained bound above me.

So I licked up whatever I had squirted all over him. He seemed to enjoy that even as my hand played with his balls and stroked his shaft. I went back down on him and took in one testicle and then the other in my mouth, suckling them. My finger at the tip of his cock elicited more precum but I wasn’t ready for him to be done quite yet.

I crawled over to my nightstand and pulled out some lubricant, and handed him the tube, “Fuck me in the ass, please.”

With that, I went down on my knees and elbows and buried my face in the pillows.

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Rougher than hot gay sex. I heard the click of the lube container and then the cool gel against my rear. The heat of the moment quite overcame any inhibitions the cold morning light brought.

That he was still hard and wanting to continue was somewhat surprising given how shy and reticent he usually was in bed.  He looked like he was enjoying this, and I was out of my mind with excitement at the possibilities.

He bunched my long hair around his hand for leverage and brought his mouth close to my ear, muttering, “Good girl.” I shivered with desire, thrilled to experience this whole other side of him. Gimmie rough sex.

He pulled out giving me rough sex, working the lube into every crevice, and driving me wild. And then again. Oh my goodness, I had turned into a ragdoll losing control of my body, and felt like I was watching the whole experience from somewhere near the ceiling.

With a sharp tug on my hair, he was finally all in, and I was losing my mind. He let go of my ponytail and held my hips with both hands and proceeded to fuck me.
His grunting was getting louder and he warned me that he was close. I slipped my hand between my thighs to rub my swollen clit before he spurted his seed deep inside me. As I coaxed another orgasm out of my drained body.

He stayed inside me as he lay on his side, gently lowering me into a spooning position. His cock continued to throb uncontrollably as he expended every drop of his load. Up snaked his hand and gripped my throat, as he whispered, “You did well, good girl.”

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