A true story of a normal morning between me and my IRL partner
Sunlight is streaming through the burgundy curtains leaving lines across my caramel skin, but I'm still asleep when he rolls over and wraps his arms around my lithe body. He pulls me close into him until our bodies are flush against each other and I stir as I feel his throbbing morning wood pressed against my ass.
His arms are tattooed, muscular and make me feel even tinier than I am. My size is deceiving, I am much stronger than I look, but he is built like Captain America with one of his thighs equal to the size of my entire waist and he can throw me around like an ever-so willing rag doll.
By day he embodies the shy gentle giant, an intellectual but imposing gentleman. By night we both live the BDSM lifestyle, both leaders in our local kink scene, and I'm lucky enough to call him my partner, my Lover and get to play with that evil, sadistic animal he keeps hidden away.
He sleepily nudges his nose against my neck before nibbling my ear, making me moan lightly. I didn't think I was very loud but of course he heard me anyway. He bites into the back of my neck hard and I gasp a sharp intake of breath while squirming in his suddenly tight grip. His teeth are sharp and bruise instantly, but even so I melt into him. I whine when he releases me and an errant breeze against the mark lets me know his dental records are easily discernible from my skin.
He ignores my whine and moves my entire body with minimal effort, adjusting our angles before he drives himself into the opening of my pussy hard.
I yelp in pain and he continues ignoring me, shoving himself deeper into my spasming cunt with no warm up whatsoever. He grips my hips and pulls me onto him, forcing my sore cunt to stretch out over his incredibly thick hardness.
I'm crying out - God it feels like he's resizing me from the inside. A small voice in the back of my head reminds me that he quite literally is.
He starts fucking me, pulling all the way out and shoving himself back in without mercy. He tells me I'm such a fucking whore as he forces the moans and whimpers out of me. He's so big, every single time we fuck I feel stretched out - I'm already begging him to let me cum.
"Please-please-please," I whimper pathetically.
"Cum for me," he growls in my ear as his hand wraps around my throat.
I tremble and choke in his grasp as I cum hard, but he doesn't let up for a second. Again and again I beg him for orgasms and again and again he mercifully allows me cum all while my hands grip the sheets hard enough that I'm a little worried my nails might tear right through them. I'm so wet and used and fuck drunk, lost in his body.
"Such a good fucktoy, I can hear how wet you are for my cock. Your slutty cunt feels *so* good wrapped around me," He growls in my ear.
He's right, we can both hear the sloppy sounds coming from my dripping pussy.