Thought She Meant The World To Me

*Extension* ROUGH SMUT

I hear the snap of the lube bottle cap, an excited bolt shooting through me. Vic pulls my hands, forcing me forward before smoothly flipping me onto my hands and knees. My heart races, his hands leaving me. I can't see where he goes next and it's silent for a moment.

I almost jump when his hands grab my hips, digging into me as he forces me onto him. I gasp, not having been prepared for the sudden entry. He doesn't let me adjust before instantly thrusting, slamming into me so hard that I grunt with each movement, the air forced from my lungs. His hand grips my hair, pulling my head back. My skin burns from the action, it's so fucking hot.

A moan escapes my lips as he pounds into me. He tugs on my hair, forcing me back onto him at the same time, making the movements even harder and hitting my pleasure spot even better.

"Fuck," he mutters, grinding into me. His free hand pulls my arms behind my back, forcing my chest to the mattress as he hits a different angle. I cry out in pleasure, loving the loss of control. His hand leaves my hair and he grips my ass so hard I know I'll have bruises tomorrow. I'd have it no other way.

"Mm, Vic," I moan, the nerves inside of me building quickly. All I can hear is his heavy breathing as our thighs slap together in ecstasy.

I've never felt anything like this in my life. His hand finds my hair again, pulling my back to meet his chest as he lets my hands free. His breath on my neck mixed with his rough blows below just send me into a frenzy.

I gasp as he touches me, whimpering from the slow pace. I'd come completely undone. No one had ever managed to affect me this way.

He pounds into me needily, moaning in my ear and pushing me over the edge. My body shakes as I climax, his hand slowing its pace before I collapse all together.

fucking hell. Victor.

He's relentless though, needing his own release as he pushes me down again, slapping my ass before yanking me back onto him.

"Fuck you're so hot," he breathes, his movements becoming sloppy yet somehow even more aggressive as he grows desperate.

I moan, the movements still feeling good even if I'd reached my finish. His nails dig into my hips as he moves at a speed I genuinely didn't think was possible, making the most adorable whimpering sounds as he stalls, quivering as he fills me up.

"Holy fuck," he breathes, collapsing on top of me, not even pulling out.