B was poised above me with his penis aiming at me.
"Put that away. "I'm sleeping," I mumbled. "And I have to pee,"
“I woke you up to have my way with you. I don’t want to wait for you to pee,” He lifted my legs, and possessed me.
It didn’t take long to figure out that he simply wanted to use me tonight. He treated me as if he paid for me, and had no need to know my name.
He didn't kiss my lips, he bit them.
He didn't kiss my tits, he pinched them.
He whispered my name in voice that cackled with emotion.
I watched him. My mind only half awake but my body responds none-the-less.
It took a good five minutes before I caught the tension in his body. His thrusts became measured and deliberate. The shadow that I know well crossed his face. The veins swelled in his neck followed by the growl that he cannot silence. He jerked and shivered. Sweat creased his brow. He could not save himself if he tried.
I never tire of watching how much pleasure resembles pain. How the growl of desire sounds the same as torture.
How a man surrenders all whenever he comes.
We lay there for sometime.
When he left my body. I gasped at the warmth of him running down my thighs.