Gio

"Mmh." She nods, voice small and desperate.

"Kiss me. Come here..." I murmur, brushing my palms up and down her sides. She lowers her head and tries to kiss me, but she's too nervous. She's shaking and breathing shallow, her lips tremble on mine. "Shh, baby... I'm not going to hurt you. You want to wait?"

"No." She whines and lowers her hips, barely, just barely pushing her slit against me. Then freezes, whimpering as she looks down where we're connected.

I lean in and close my mouth over her nipple, licking her slowly. Flicking it, stroking it, making her distracted. It works, Her knees buckle down and my cock's head squeezes inside her. She's dripping wet and painfully tight. I scowl at how she even hurts me. Fuck.

She whimpers, too scared to move and I twist her other nipple without a warning. She cries out, throwing her head back. She curves her spine, clawing the headboard with her nails. 

I look at her, lips still locked on her nipple, and swing my palm back. Smack her ass hard. Make her jerk down on my cock with a scream. Her eyes shut tight. Her toes curl, her high-pitched moan travels through the whole house. She doesn't even realize in the middle of her orgasm that I'm guiding her hips up and down already.

"That's a good girl. Ride that cock, baby."

She lowers her head to gape at me. I slam into her, start to fuck her. She collapses on the headboard, bringing her tits back in my mouth. I suck on them and spank her as she cries out.

When I slow down, she blinks her eyes open and makes a pleading sound. I wait for her to tell me what she wants, and she glances at my side. Finally, I get to be on top. I lie her on her side and folds her legs up, then cage her with my arms.

She moans into the sheets as I slip inside her, going slow.

"Do you want you hair pulled?" I murmur, and she nods. "Say it," I order, my tone more stern.

"Pull my hair..." She whispers. I snake my hand up her neck and she tenses. The lean muscles on her back flex.

"Say it." I warn her, holding her hair.

She hides her face in defeat. "Pull my hair⁠—"

I fist her hair and thrust faster. She cries out and jumps forward, but I pin her in place. She thrashes, realizing she's stuck. Her moans get wild, she grasps my arms by her sides. I bury deep inside her and she latches onto my wrist, hugging it with both hands and crying against it.

When she goes limp, I toss her on all fours. Her arms wobble. She tries to catch her breath, not noticing me crouch above her, spreading her thighs open. I push my cock slowly in and bite the skin where her neck and shoulder connect.

"Oh, fuck!" She cries out and bows down, pushing her face on the mattress. She fists the sheets, her back breaking into goosebumps.

"So fucking responsive, aren't you?" I groan, sitting back. I grip her hips and take her like that. Her wet sounds mixing with her ass smacking against my thighs. "Fuck. That's a good. Pussy."

Her moans are high-pitched, weak. She turns her face and looks at me over her shoulder. Her red face, hooded eyes, parted lips. I hear myself growl and before I know it, I'm spanking her ass. She muffles her screams and starts clenching around me.

I don't stop spanking, I don't slow down. She curls her toes and fists her hands, crying into the bed. She slides her knees to lie on her stomach and I follow her down, burying deeper inside her, biting her neck as she starts to sweat.

When her breathing slows down, I pull out and lie behind her, pulling her back against my chest. "You okay, baby?"

She nods eagerly and turns her head, eyes closed, searching for my lips. I chuckle under my breath and kiss her slowly, cupping her face. Of course, she needs to be a brat and bites me. I open my eyes and she's looking at me, eyes narrowed with a challenging smirk.

"You sure?" I push against her slit and try not to laugh when her eyes widen. She squirms against me, biting her lip. Then sighs contently, closing her eyes when I slowly push in.

I grab her throat and hold her against my chest, loving how she curves in any way I bend. She looks down at our bodies, moaning louder. It just drives me insane. I lift her thigh and push mine between her legs. She gapes how her clit gets hit with each thrust, forcing her to come again.

She screams. The bed makes a creaking sound. A metal screw behind the headboard falls on the wooden ground. Celia pushes the nightstand with a loud cry, flinging a water bottle down.

I'm thinking she's done when she twists around with a look of despair. But when she lifts her legs over my shoulder and holds onto me, I end up cupping her ass and pushing in again.

"I can't anymore..." Then she frowns with realization. Which means my job's not done.

I flip her on her back and get on top, starting again. She winces, face wrinkling in pain. I slow down and lick her nipples, biting gently. She gasps and mewls, relaxing back into pleasure. She's probably not far from actually being done though, and I want her to have a big orgasm.

So I lie down, guiding her on top of me. "Turn around baby."

She stumbles on her knees and scowls.

"Turn around." I point my finger up and circle, pulling her to straddle me. "Fuck... " I groan as her ass spreads in front of me, spine arched, dark waves down her back. "God damn, baby..."

She peeks over her shoulder, holding onto my knees. Then flinches and gasps when I tap my cock against her pussy.

"Come down on it, baby." I hold her hip and push her down, inch by inch. "That's it, come down. Good girl. There you go." My shaft glistens as it slowly glides in and out of her. "Fuck, look at that tight pussy taking this big cock. Does that feel good, baby? Huh?" I smack her ass hard.

"Yes!" She cries out, voice breaking as I speed up and slap the other cheek.

I sit up and grab her throat, pushing her down on me. She makes an alarmed noise and I hush her, fucking her deep. She moans a stream of words, too high-pitched to understand, throwing her hands over my head. Her tits bounce as our bodies slap against each other with sweat.

"Oh, God..." She grows restless. "Oh my God, please... please...."

I squeeze her tits in one hand. Rub one nipple with two fingers, the other with my calloused palm. I circle her soaked clit with my other hand and fuck her harder. She folds her legs by her sides, whimpering on the verge of tears.

"Come for me, baby. That's a good girl. My little slut, aren't you? Hm? Such a good, little pussy. Come on daddy's cock. That's a good girl. Come for daddy." I slap her soaked clit and rub again, rougher, faster, growling in her ear. She falls apart, screaming off the top of her lungs.

She drops to her side and I get out of the way. The look of fucked bliss on her face is priceless and I can't help but laugh. She slowly opens her eyes with a dopey grin, giggling back.

Guess she has some energy left. Maybe she'll go again in an hour.

~ A/N ~
Okay. Can you imagine writing this at Starbucks with a flustered smirk on your face, then realizing there's an old woman with open arms, yelling about God to everyone? No. I wish I was making it up...