Perfect Fit - Scene 3

I let him fuck my throat first because I was greedy for it. He shoved his cock down until my nose hit his belly and my eyes watered, spit running down my chin like I couldn't keep my mouth in check. He held my head and pumped, balls slapping skin, while I tried to breathe around every thick inch and sounded sloppy doing it. When he pulled out I was already dripping between my legs, clit swollen, underwear gone somewhere on the floor. He laid me back on the sheets, spread me wide, and licked me until my thighs shook around his ears. He had a wicked tongue and zero mercy, sucking my clit, pushing fingers inside me until I came hard enough to curse his name. Right after I went off he lined up and shoved in, buried to the root in one go. I moaned like a slut and he grinned like he knew it. We fucked like we were late for something, his hips snapping, my nails dragging down his back. Sweat mixed with the wet sounds of skin on skin. He flipped me, yanked my hips up, and drove into me from behind till the headboard banged the wall. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit until I came again, tighter, louder. He cursed, grabbed my waist like he owned it, and unloaded deep with a low growl I felt in my spine. We stayed there breathing hard, his cum leaking out, both of us grinning like we’d just gotten away with something filthy.