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He arches up off the bed, cock spurting inside as his hand on the small of your back claws to keep hold of you. You feel the warm rush and ride it, grinding your hips in time with his and providing him the mercy of slowing down. Krauser grunts, catching his breath and using his grip on his hips to ease you into a complete stop while his dick softens.
Cute. You smile sweetly at him and move your hands over his, fingers curling underneath until you’ve efficiently removed them. Holding his hands, you take the moment of surprise between you to watch as his mouth opens when you start to move again.
Krauser’s eyes widen. “No, sweetheart.” He shakes his head, fondly exasperated. “M’ done.”
“Really?” You tilt your head. “I’m not. You wouldn’t deny me, would you? Especially since you’ve been gone all week.” Leaning to press a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek as you swivel your hips.
His hands twitch before tightening around yours and you use your momentum to push them into the mattress. His dick jolts inside you. Krauser exhales heavily, the end of the breath coming out a moan. “Fuck, fuck,” he manages. You watch the internal battle wage— his eyes shutting as he tries to steel himself through the intensity of it and his hips gradually starting to rise off the bed again.
You bite into his jugular, feeling more than hearing the answering whimper. “You’re already hard again. Can you feel it? Just had to be patient.”
“ Baby.” His hands grasp around empty air, eyes a mix between hotly following your motions as you use him and hazy from overstimulation.
The feeling of him tensing underneath you is intoxicating— it wasn’t often he relinquished power like this, but when he did, it left you feeling like the most powerful in the world. You rock your hips and feel him hit the place inside you that has you doubling over. You’re in awe you haven’t cum yet, but watching him submit for you gets you there quickly.
He smiles at you, a blush high on his cheeks and puffs of air leaving his mouth. “Yeah? Gonna get off using me like a bitch in heat?” His breathing is so rough you’re prideful you caused it. “ Oh, fuck. Come all over me,” he growls.
That’s all it takes, sending you into an orgasm hard enough your legs clamp down around him. “Oh my god, right there,” you cry out, your own hands replicating how he had squeezed yours earlier. “S’ so good.”
Having propped himself on an elbow, he watches, rapt as you gasp through the aftershocks. You can see how on the edge he is himself, and yet, he’s still vigilant to your pleasure.
You look at him, enraptured by how into this he is. Obviously you’re going to milk it.
So you lean further into his space, brushing your lips together and holding back a smile when his breath hitches. Needy.
“I know you want to,” you say quietly as to hear the replying whine. “You’re so close, aren’t you?”
Krauser huffs, grinding into you. It’s sensitive but you can’t get enough of it. Muscles in your legs bounce and an involuntary noise leaves you, traveling into his mouth as he urges you into a slow kiss. You let your teeth graze his tongue at the moment his hands strain against yours. He lifts off the bed, releasing into you with a hoarse shout.
You let go of one of his hands, cradle his head against you while you speak, still chasing the incessant movement of him inside you. “There you go, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
He kisses your skin, tongue laving over a perked nipple. You’re sure you taste of sweat and it’s fiercely arousing that he eats it up anyway. You let your head fall back, another orgasm directly following the last.
By the throaty sound he makes, you know you’re as tight as a vice around him. It must feel like torture, you riding him as he goes soft on you again. He wretches from your grip, hands finding your hips again. The squeeze is desperate. Krauser eyes you, very nearly debauched.
“Please, sweetheart,” he says. “I want to, but—”
You intentionally clench and watch him wet his lips. Both of you know he would stop you if he truly wanted to. But he doesn’t move to, just lowers back down with stuttered breaths. You take his hands in yours again, where they belong.
After a brief pause, you move again, lifting yourself up so his cum trails down your inner thighs, before slowly sitting down. Krauser makes an ah noise and you watch the plains of his abdomen ripple as you work up to a quicker pace. He’s still not hard, but the beads of sweat on his forehead tell you he will be soon.
An honest to god whimper leaves his mouth when enough of his cum drips to land on his pubic hair. You feel hot all over.
You notice and swipe a finger through it, licking the bitter taste from your finger. “I want all of it,” you tell him lowly, voice a rasp from the noises you’ve been making. “Give it to me.”
He pushes his lips together and looks past you to the ceiling, a noise you’ve never heard from him straining to pass his closed mouth. It’s fucking hot. Behind you, his legs spasm in aborted attempts to move. In reaction, you slam your hips down faster, choking on your breath when you find him hard again.
“ Oh,” you say. “You never told me how much you liked being used. Gonna let me fuck you all night until you cum dry for me?”
His mouth hangs open, eyes downcast to where the mess of the two of you connect. By now, his energy is nearly depleted and his only movements are futile, small circles of his hips. You fuck him hard, biting your cheek at the blissed out look on his face.
Krauser sighs, so shaky you can see his chest rise, fall, rise, fall again. “‘m so sensitive,” he says under his breath.
You play with your clit, the tips of your fingers skimming across his dick as it pulls in and out of you. “You have no problem holding me down until I’m too sensitive, Jack,” you murmur, bending low to kiss his chest. “Telling me I can’t return the favor?” You lift up again, if only to see his eyes follow you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. “Can’t waste this. You’re gonna have to go again if you want it to take.”
If possible, his jaw drops lower. “Yeah?” He asks, fire behind his eyes again at the mention of the kink you both very well know he has in abundance. “Want me to knock you up, sweetheart?”
As if challenging him, you hold yourself there and grind him deep inside you. He arches, thighs fucking tense. “Do it,” you dare him, intentionally moving the way that usually drives him mad— hardly even lifting off, keeping him buried where he needs to be.
“I can’t, I can’t, I—” he says, voice cracking. He opens again to speak and that’s when it hits him. Probably the hardest he’s had tonight, sudden and silent and devastating. You feel the intensity as he spills. It’s quick to leak, there’s so much of it.
“So good, so perfect,” you tell him while he’s in the throes, gasping for air and making balled up fists with your hands somewhere in the middle. “Always knew you were as good at taking orders as you were giving them, right?”
Still coming down from it, Krauser nods jerkily. You grin, not stopping this time and keeping with the pace you’ve been at. He chafes against you and it’s vaguely raw, but still wet enough to be good. You don’t let up until his eyes well with unshed tears.
“You too fucked out? Want me to stop?”
He falters, and you start to slow down.
Then— the best thing— his hands find your waist again. “Oh, no, no— don’t— fuck.”
Usually he has you like this, but it’s beyond attractive to see a man completely and utterly at your mercy. Especially the one you have always held desire for, and now get to love. A tear falls down to his chin. He cranes his neck up, exposing his throat. Like the predator you are, you take the opportunity to dive in and lick at the bite you’d left earlier. He sniffs, a whine leaving him like it’s been pulled from between his ribs.
“Close,” he alerts you, voice soft in a way you’ve only recently discovered it could be. You’d been rapidly approaching too, but hold off for him. His entire body is shaking, suspended in the trenches of overstimulation. You delight in it, that he’s letting you have him like this.
Knowing how best to unravel him, you take one of his hands from your side and hold it over your stomach, sure he can feel himself inside you. He bucks under you and moans at the sensation. You clench your teeth. “Tell me how it feels,” he says fast.
“So full,” you reply, fighting against your orgasm. You’re right fucking there. Watching him, your legs and his cock are so wet with his cum and your fluids, it’s a mess. You’ll need to change the sheets later, but can already see him sleeping like the dead after this.
His face screws up and you feel it— the last he’s got, weak and hot and so fucking deep it hurts. Your moans take on a crescendo as your own orgasm hits you, unrelenting and overwhelming. Probably your penance for testing his limits. Your arms shake and suddenly he’s holding you up despite his own body fighting the exertion. When you’re both through, you lift off. He sighs with relief and you curl into his side, taking in the slowing beats of his heart. He’s still breathing labored. You give a light laugh and he rolls his eyes.
“You mad?” You tease, after he’s reached and turned the lamp at your bedside off. No, no cleaning will be done tonight.
Krauser bites off a smile, but you see it anyway. “No,” he says, casually. “Because tomorrow, sweetheart, you’re buying a pregnancy test. ”