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Erwin’s voice was part of his power. It was rich, a distinctive blend of smooth and militant; it was seductive. It felt good beneath your hands.
He was panting below you, golden hair dipped in sweat and pressed against his forehead, to the pillow. Gorgeous, glowing, gasping, his thick neck encased by your hands.
“Harder,” he wasn’t begging, he was demanding, “you won’t hurt me.”
It was addictive to feel the vibrations against your palms, feel his pulse beneath your fingers.
You could get used to this, to choking Erwin.
He wasn’t inside you yet, the hard ridge of his cock resting between the hot folds of your cunt. Your thighs already ached from being spread across the width of his hips; he wasn’t an easy man to straddle. His massive hands were on your hips, thumbs circling against your skin as he rocked against you, cock twitching against your heat.
“You’re so impatient,” you purred, leaning down to slant your lips against his, your breasts flattening against his plush chest.
“Not used to being teased.” Every syllable kissed your skin.
You squeezed your fingers a little tighter, felt the resistance in the solid muscles of his neck.
The moan that echoed from his throat was sinful.
Your slick was drooling onto his cock, dripping down throbbing veins. You shifted your weight on your knees, sliding your pussy against him, feeling the flared head of his cock brush against your clit, wet folds enveloping him.
But you knew you weren’t in charge, even with your hands controlling his breath. Erwin had asked for this, wanted to see what it felt like to have his vision go a little blurry, wanted to know what it felt like to be pinned down. He wanted to experience what you had so many times before.
“Fuck,” you loved hearing him curse, his resolve slowly breaking, “need you, darling.”
Strong hands were lifting your hips for you, freeing his cock from your soft, teasing cunt.
“Do I get a please?”
Erwin smirked up at you, thick brows raising at your request.
He pressed against your tight hole, and you thought he’d ease you down his fat cock like he usually did, but instead you lost your breath when he slammed himself inside of you.
A cry poured from your mouth, your hands instinctively gripping tighter to his neck at the shock of pleasure that exploded over your nerves.
“Please,” he said after the fact, a very satisfied, lopsided grin on his face.
Your pussy burned from the spread, your body feeling so full as you sat on his cock. He stilled his hips and let you start the pace, hips rolling as you got used to his size. His arrogance spurred you, had you bearing down harder on his throat like he asked.
His head tipped back from the blurred pleasure, neck arching underneath your firm touch. He groaned, long and deep, the sound making your skin prickle. He liked this—he loved it.
“You look so-,” you gasped as his cock brushed against your insides just right, “so pretty with my hands around your throat, Erwin.”
You were sure he’d said those same words to you before. They were foreign in your mouth, but tasted sweet all the same. You watched a pink blush bloom across his high cheekbones. His fingertips sunk deeper into that fat of your thighs, urging you to move faster, to bring him closer to that brink of absolution.
“Can’t wait to f-feel you cum inside me.”
Even his ears were burning, flushed with his arousal as you rode him, body bouncing with a quick rhythm. His lips parted and looked so tempting, full and rosy and begging to be kissed. You obliged your desires, slipping your tongue into his mouth and swallowing heavy groans.
His lips were hungry, greedy, practically fighting against the current of your own. Your moans were soaking into his mouth, his cock drumming inside you and making your toes curl against the sheets. You could swear his cock was made for you, the slight curve of it always pressing against that soft spot inside you that had your stomach churning with ecstasy.
“Harder,” he murmured again, “you’re strong, darling, show me.”
You pulled away from his lips, keeping the steady, building pace of your hips as you looked down at him. His hands were gripping your waist tighter, pushing you down against him so he could match you, cockhead skimming your insides over and over again.
Your thumbs overlapped on his neck, tucked carefully beneath his Adam’s apple. You were careful to keep the pressure away from the center of his throat there, instead curling your fingers tighter against the sides of his neck where the blood rushed to his pretty head. Your arms felt the tension, strength stemming from your triceps, fingers flexing against the solid sinews.
The way his pulse quickened had you moaning, moving faster, pressing beyond the burn of your hips.
“S-so good,” he choked out, and his praise had heat spreading over you.
You loved pleasing him, loved knowing whatever you did brought him delight and satisfaction, you just never expected it to be from fastening your hands around his impossibly thick throat. Sweat was beading against your hands—his sweat—as his body got used to the lack of oxygen to his mind.
His hold on your hips was lessening, and you marveled over watching him lose himself to the overwhelming experience. You felt so powerful to be responsible for his pleasure, your tight cunt and even tighter hands edging him closer to the edge of euphoria. You couldn’t help but mewl when you felt him swallow beneath your grip, robust neck bobbing and gasping to regain breath.
Is that what it felt like to watch you come undone below his hands? You wondered if you looked as pretty, if your lips parted in the same way, if it was just as delectable to watch you lose yourself.
Erwin was slipping, the thrust of his hips against you getting more erratic. You could feel his cock twitching inside you like a heartbeat, a tell-tale sign that you were going to get what you asked for.
“That’s right, baby,” you felt a little vindictive with the control, teeth gritting as you constricted his throat harder than before, “fill me up, cum for me.”
You caught his roar beneath your hands as he came, brows pinching together and his hands locked onto your body so tightly you knew you’d see remnants of him tomorrow. But you didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop chasing your own high, which had him gasping as you rode his sensitive cock for all it could give. Hot cum was spilling onto your thighs, the sounds so, so wet as his seed was fucked into you.
“S-so good for me, little girl,” the words were strangled and they still lit you on fire.
You came so hard that colors painted the edge of your vision, ecstasy curling over your body like vines wrapping around you. Your own fingers must have become like too-tight tendrils as well, Erwin’s hands wrapping around your wrists and tugging. Even in your fucked-out haze, you were quick to unwind your fingers from their home on his neck.
Your hands hurt from being clenched. Your body hummed from the orgasm that lingered in your veins, both you and your lover taking a moment to bask in the warm afterglow.
You caught your breath before leaning down to pepper his lips with kisses, smiling in their quick succession.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“No, no, that’s what I intended. Wanted to see how much I could take.”
You giggled, brushing hair away from his forehead, still content to warm his cock inside you.
“Sex doesn’t always have to be an experiment, you know.”
“Next time we’ll see if you can pin me down if I fight back.”