Each snap of his hips drives the tip of his cock right into my prostate. He’s lubricated with spit and sperm, and it hurts almost as much as it feels incredible at this angle. I can only stare up at him in awe, even as my legs cramp and toes curl. His lids flutter but remain closed, his brow is furrowed, his lips are slack and moist. I’m no longer his roommate, I’m just tight heat for his substantial cock and all-consuming sexual appetite.
I can’t even figure out how we ended up like this. I know we were having an argument over who got to use the shower first. I pushed him, he pushed me, someone tripped on the rug and we ended up on the sofa. We were wrestling like spoiled children, but then he got an erection. Then he over-powered me. Then, this.
I thought he was only into girls.