He muffled moans into my hand, the vibrations humming against my skin. His hips started pushing back, meeting my thrusts halfway, like his body craved it even if his mind was still catching up. I released his mouth, trusting he'd keep it down, and grabbed his shoulders for better leverage. My fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him back onto me harder. 

'You love this, don't you?' I growled, leaning over him so my chest pressed against his back. 'My cock owning your ass, stretching you wide.' 

He nodded frantically, his head bobbing, messy hair falling into his eyes. 'Yes... oh god, yes,' he gasped, voice breaking...