admiring his work

; chapter seven

after a little bit, you tapped his bicep, letting him know it was okay to go a bit further. he kept going until you squeezed his arm. you looked down to find that he was only halfway in, making your head fall back and your eyes roll into your head. you bit your lip, too embarrassed to make such slutty noises.
"oh cmon, you've already showed me what a dirty fucking slut you are, there's no point in hiding it now."
you look up at him and tap his bicep, forcing yourself to take it and not even bothering to squeeze his arm and tell him to stop. the breath you were holding the whole time released itself as the sluttiest moan you've ever heard come out of your mouth. he chuckled, getting a bit of an ego boost. after a little while, you tapped his arm, signaling he can start to move. he grabbed your left knee, shoving it into the mattress and started fucking into you.
"h-holy fuck itto.. god you're so fucking big."
you whined loudly as he slapped you again, completely stopping his pace. you started to grind back into him, which made him pull out of you harshly. you whimpered in pain and frustration, wanting him back inside of you.
"what the fuck was that for, huh??"
you ask harshly. he cocks his head, staring at you, "oh, so that's how you wanna be huh?"
he shoved his cock into you hard.
"stupid,"
he spat as he pulled back all the way to the tip just to slam back in.
"fucking,"
he pulled out, pausing for a bit then shoving his dick back into you.
"slut."
he started pounding into you mercilessly, your mouth open, but too overwhelmed for anything to come out of it.
"this is what you fucking wanted wasn't it? such a clever boy, aren't you?"
he said between thrusts.