Sable’s POV

I straddle him and sink onto his cock. His cock fills me from below and I roll my hips and find an angle that grinds my clit against his body on every downstroke.

The pleasure builds fast because my body is oversensitive from everything he's already done to me and every movement sends jolts through my swollen pussy.

Riding is different from everything else because I control the depth and the pace.

The realization that I'm choosing to fuck him instead of being fucked rewires something in my head that I'll never undo.

His mouth finds my nipple. He sucks the peak between his lips, tongue circling, and...