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“You’re doing so good, Loid, so good for me,” Yor whispers against the shell of his ear, “Taking me so well, like you’re made for it.” Her hips draw back slowly in time with her lips meeting his neck to give a kiss, then she slams back into him, shoving his face forward into the pillows.
The involuntary high wail he lets out makes Loid’s face burn with shame, but all his thoughts are drowned out as Yor continues her brutal, bruising pace. Every time she pulled out, he could feel his legs shudder as it slid along every nerve, before her hip bones imprinted themselves on his ass, dragging up against his prostate.
“ Hnn-”
His only reprieve from her torture are her hands massaging his waist firmly, thumbs digging into the small of his back; An insistent force which drives shivers up his spine. Soon enough, he was grinding back in time with her thrusts, which only made her go deeper. The thick weight kept pushing, pushing, melting his brain into mush and leaving him crying out incomprehensible noises.
Her hands moved from his waist to placing them over his hands, where his curled into the blankets desperately. Yor’s body folded over his own, and it felt like her warmth was seeping into his entire being. Loid basked in the soft touch, reveling in her chest, her firm and flexing muscles against his writhing body, how their thighs were met with a sloppy sound with every thrust. It didn’t help that her own pants of exertion grazed his ear, small groans causing Loid’s body to burn with desire.
“Yor-” Loid grits his teeth, almost collapsing on himself when Yor gives a thrust that may as well had stabbed him, “Yor!”
She licks the shell of his ear, biting gently as she whispers yet again; “Such a cute boy, doing so well.”
The words send a painful jolt of arousal through his belly, her praise reassuring his humiliation. Even as his knees give out underneath him, shaking from bracing against her unyielding weight, she just keeps going. Blunt nails digging into his hip bones, Yor drives in deeper, deeper – grabbing a fistful of the blonde locks at his nape and pulling in time with a hard thrust.
Loid lets out a choked gasp, crying out sharply at the harsh snap of her hips. His own leaking cock jerks in response, his dripping reddened tip creating a mess against his abdomen. Next thing he knows, Yor threads her fingers through his matted, front bangs and yanks on his hair even harder, forcing him upright to sit on her lap. Loid squirms and shakes, eyes rolling back, the head of her cock piercing into his most sensitive places with a grinding force. His throat feels clogged up with the size of her, filling him to his breaking point.
And that’s before she begins to bounce him on her lap.
“W-Wait– Ah!” Loid cries out; his pathetic voice reaching an octave he has never heard before. She continues the grinding rocks of her hips, striking his prostate with every inward thrust and drag out with deadly accuracy. It hurts; It feels so good. All Yor does is smile against his nape, firm hands rubbing his hip bones, a contrast to the way she then grips him tight and thrusts upwards hard .
Hot wetness coats his abdomen, thighs, and the sheets. When Loid returns back to reality, his throat feels raw from a sound he doesn’t remember making. Even though his head is spinning, ears slightly ringing and sore ass shifting uncomfortably, Yor simply wraps her hand around his slick wilting cock and strokes.
“Who said you were allowed to come so quickly?”
He really might need to call in sick tomorrow.