You Rode Me Like Sin

You had already come once — shaking, breathless, body soaked in sweat and release.

But there was something in your eyes… that wicked little fire still burning.

You wanted more.

You climbed back onto me, slow and commanding, like you knew exactly what your body did to mine.

The moment you sank down — inch by aching inch — we both gasped. You were still dripping, so wet, so warm, and so impossibly tight, it felt like your body was made to wrap around mine.

You held me inside you… not moving, just letting the tension build, your lips grazing my neck as you whispered:

“Now I ride you… until I break.”

And god, you did.

Your hips started to move — slow, grinding circles that sent shivers up my spine. You were so deep in it already, head tilted back, mouth open, little moans spilling out with every stroke.

“Mmm… fk… that stretch…”**

You bit your lip, gasping.

Your pace quickened, your thighs tightened, your hands clawed down my chest like you needed something to anchor yourself.

I tried to hold you, to guide you, but you pinned me down and rode.

Every bounce made your ass slap against my hips.

Every thrust made you moan louder.

You were devouring me. Consuming me.

Eyes rolling back. Breasts bouncing. Hair stuck to your skin. Sweat beading down your spine.

And then you screamed.

“Oh my god—don’t stop—don’t you dare fking stop—”**

Your body exploded.

You squirted all over me — soaking my skin, the sheets, your thighs. Your moans turned to cries, and I felt you clamp down around me as your orgasm ripped through you.

But even then… you didn’t stop.

You turned around, reverse cowgirl, still riding, still dripping.

You leaned forward, hands on my knees, and started grinding again — slower this time, deep, deliberate, making both of us feel everything.

Your voice was hoarse, broken.

“Fk, I love how you fill me… I can’t get enough…”**

I reached for your ass, spreading you wider, thrusting up into you. You gasped, screamed again, body jerking as another climax slammed into you.

You squirted again.

Hot. Wet. Wild.

And your whole body just collapsed onto mine for a second.

But you pulled me with you.

You weren’t done.

You dragged me behind you, leg hooked over my hip, and whispered:

“Don’t stop. Fk me like I’m yours.”**

And I did.

Deep. Slow. Filthy.

I held your breast in one hand, your throat in the other, as I pushed into you from the side.

Your moans were softer now — messy little whimpers in my ear as you touched yourself again, chasing that third wave.

And when you came again…

Your body snapped — back arched, legs shaking, juices pouring down your thighs, dripping off both of us.

Then you dropped to all fours.

Looked over your shoulder.

Voice wrecked.

Eyes wild.

“Ruin me…”

I gripped your hips and f**ked you like you begged for.

Fast. Deep. Merciless.

The sounds of our skin slapping, your moans getting louder, more desperate.

You were dripping, crying out, losing your mind with every thrust.

“Yes—yes—ahhh fk—right there—I’m—oh god—”**

Your body exploded again. A fourth time.

A final wave — squirting, soaking, screaming.

You collapsed face-down into the sheets, twitching, trembling, completely undone.

I lay beside you, heart pounding, breathless.

And when you looked over at me — eyes half-closed, lips swollen, hair wild — you didn’t say a word.

You didn’t have to.

That look?

It told me you weren’t done.

Not even close.

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