"Don't need time. Just need you bent over that couch."
"Fuck yes!"
"Language, please."
In about three seconds my jeans are ripped from my hips, and his cock is pushing into my ass. No matter how many times we do this, I'll never get used to him just ramming into me with one hard thrust, unprepared. The pain, the complete fullness of him inside me, no time to adjust before he grabs my hips and forces me to take it. It's pure bliss every time.
Before long he doesn't even need to hold my hips except to keep himself steady, because I rock back to meet his erratic thrusts, never able to get enough of his cock inside me, but always willing to make it feel so god damned good. He reaches around my waist and roughly begins jerking me off, using the precum as lubricant. All I can do is brace myself with against the wall and just let him fuck me.
"Oh...god...fuck yes, Kurt... Harder."
The words barely escape out from in-between the groans in my throat, and they go unanswered orally, but what he lacks in articulate gesture, he more than makes up for in physical response. He pounds my ass so hard my head cracks against the wall, and I can feel my insides tighten as he jerks my cock harder.
"Take it, Chris. Take it all. Ride me, bitch."
Oh, fuck yes. I love it when he slips and says that. Instantly my abdomen tightens as the waves of electricity spread out across my skin, and I cum all over his hand, the couch and anything within a one foot radius, I'm sure. I can feel my muscles clench around his cock, and it's only about half a second before his own seed is filling me and he collapses on top of me.
We stay like that until he's completely soft. Then he gets off of me, throws me a towel to stop the bleeding on my forehead, and walks to the shower.
From the outside perspective it probably looks like he's the one in control, and I'm the willing bitch. It's not like that with us though. There is no top or bottom, not really- just him fucking me, me liking it, and him worried about the mouth I kiss my mother with.
