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She pushed the tip of the thick, slicked up silicone into his tight ring of muscle, then grabbed a handful of his muscular ass, spreading it open wider for easy access.
"You're gonna behave now…aren’t you, Toji?” she asked with a smile, watching the purple sink into him nice and slow.
A head covered in messy black hair rose from the pillow in front of her, revealing a strong, sharp face with a dusting of pink heating his cheeks. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
She pushed in a bit more, leaning forward in anticipation of his response. His back muscles flexed, and she could see the effect that she had on him through the deep tremble rippling down his spine.
"Fuuuck..." he groaned. It was all he could manage before his head hit the pillow again, and his hands gripped tighter onto the sheets.
"I asked you a fucking question.”
She smacked his ass hard enough to leave a mark, her smile growing wider when he moaned pitifully in response. Then she pushed in, driving her strap as deep as it would go before pausing once more and giving him a moment to adjust. "Well?"
"Y-yes dear," he ground out in a low, raspy voice. "I'll behave."
"Are you going to come already?" she asked him, tsk tsk-ing under her breath in disappointment. "We only just started…and you're going to come."
His cock twitched, his hips digging and grinding into the mattress, trying so hard to hide the fact that he was fucking into nothing. She gripped his ass and watched his hole flutter around the thick length, begging for her to move.
“You have to last, though. You know you’re only allowed to come when I say you can.”
Her voice was sweet, but held a threatening edge. He knew that he needed her permission. And he knew what the consequences would be if he didn’t listen.
Then she moved, her small hips setting a surprisingly powerful pace. She got off on it, too. Seeing this big man, her husband, become such a mess underneath her gave her a rush unlike any other. Each drag of her hips backward caused another wave of heat spreading through her belly…and every groan fucked from Toji’s scarred lips sent pleasure coursing through her in electrifying pulses.
It was bliss.
She leaned forward, rutting her strap in deep enough to send a gush of lube spurting out and making a mess of his thighs. It was wet and vulgar, and she would give anything to feel his warm, slicked up heat for herself. Just the thought alone had her heart racing faster.
She got as close to his ear as she could, her face peeking at him from over one of his massive back muscles, and then reached around to paw at his chest. She squeezed the flesh, rubbing his nipple in slow circles before giving it a pinch, and then gripped onto them both tightly for support as she pounded into his guts.
The pitch of Toji's moans became higher, almost embarrassingly so, and she could feel him rocking under her, all useless power and strength. It would take nothing for him to knock her off of him in truth, but here he was melting like butter, completely and utterly under her control.
She drove into him harder, watching each expression twist on his fucked-out face. He was close.
"Beg for it," she commanded, using his hole like it was hers.
"Please," he whined at her, desperation evident in his tone. "Please let me--ah fuck. Mommy--"
Toji bit the pillow and seized up under her, spilling his load onto the sheets. She fucked him through out, laughing at how his hips kept uselessly fucking into the mattress like that did a damn thing. When he finished, she pulled out and removed her strap quickly, tossing it off and onto the bed.
She rolled him onto his back, straddled his neck and looked down at his flushed face, his green eyes staring back up at her like she was his own personal god.
"I didn't say you could come,” she reprimanded, but her gaze held a tender sweetness. “Now, it’s my turn.”
And then she sat.