Take My Pussy and Rough Me Up ♕

Toss me around like a rag doll.

“Take my pussy. ” He just responds, “How?” So I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind: “Just… fight me for it.”That’s what he did. Straight in, grabbing and pushing and hurling me onto the bed. A blur so swift that I genuinely can’t remember at what point our clothes came off.

There’s no doubt that this is a fight I want to lose, but ‘eventually’ – not right now. I don’t even need any filthy dirty talk. Right now I twist and squirm and summon all the power in my arms to try and break the tight grip he has around both of my wrists.

He pins me easily like I’m made of no more than paper.  I resist anyway, though: that’s why it’s fun. He’s gonna take my pussy.

He flips me over, tilting me so my head hangs off the bed and he’s straddling my naked body with his thighs. Forces my arms behind my back so I’m angled downwards, all the blood in my torso rushing to my brain. I can feel the bedframe slowly branding one long, deep bruise across my chest and it hurts and it’s good.

Pinned to the bed, face-down and panting, within less than two minutes of challenging him to fight. He’s gonna take my pussy.

I wonder if he can sense the moment when I almost give up. I wonder, too, if that makes his dick twitch.
He releases me then, just a little. A slight relaxing of his grip – enough for me to twist and slither out from beneath him. He knows and I know that he let me escape, but only to prolong the game. Like a cat freeing a bird just to bat it back and forth for sport before it’s eventually eaten. Take my pussy.

I don’t care, I wanna get eaten. Crushed and devoured and ripped to fucking bits.

But not without a fight, so I fight.

Pushing him up and back and grinning to try and taunt him. Like: ‘ha! Fuck you! I’m back now!’
He grins too. There is no way I can win. He’s far too powerful – leaning onto me and using his bodyweight to try and force my legs apart. Take my pussy.

My cunt pulses with need even as the rest of my muscles give up. There’s a quick release of tension in my body that he later tells me he sensed almost instantly: the moment when I flipped the switch from ‘struggle’ to ‘surrender.’
And it’s that moment – the giving in – that makes his cock twitch harder. From ‘ready’ to ‘urgent’ and beyond. Exhausted. Fucking vanquished.

He shoves himself inside me with delicious, conquering force, and I wrap my not-so-powerful thighs around him, all the better to savor every thrust. To take him wholly inside of my juicy pussy.

Of him, and his win, and my loss which feels like a victory.

Think you can manhandle me? Wanna take my pussy?