I like to look at you when I’m inside you. I like to brace my arms at your side, knees planted, looking down. I like to be stationary, my whole body firm and in control as my pelvis rocks smoothly forward…then back, then forward again. Your whole body moves subtly, sympathetically, because I push into you deeply, my pubic bone pressing against yours with each measured thrust. When you are like this I like to study the way your lower lip hangs. I like to imagine what words you would say to me, if you could have any…lost in this trance I so adore. I admire your cheeks, your nose, your hair. I like to look into your eyes when I fuck you like this. You give yourself away, and I like that. Long ago, when I looked into those same eyes, I saw an innocent longing for love, maybe affection. I saw a need to be needed, cherished, adored. It was sweet, but I’m older now, and I know better. The look you give me when I fuck you like this is wanton desperation. Your body is ready…so ready, and you want to feel me…all of me…my strength. You are begging to feel me against you…harder…faster. But I like you to beg like this…so I give you a tiny bit less. I like to look into your eyes as you plead with me. You know that I am using you…everything about you…like a precious fuck toy, and the look in your eyes…your whole face…makes me harder. I feel more friction with each thrust, and you grow more serious, your head down slightly, your eyes looking up, mouth wider. Good. I slap your leg and squeeze as I begin to fuck you harder. At every moment I monitor everything about you…your breathing…your color…the way you feel each time I glide in…glide out. This is how I use you…preparing your body and mind. You feel so good around me, but I need more than your pussy. Much more. I need your innocence…all of it…and your independence…and I must take it. You can’t give something like that away. It needs to be taken. That’s what gets me off…you knowing that I know it…and knowing I will. Your breathing is heavy and I feel you begin to tighten around me. I want to control you…own you, but to do that I need to keep pressing, thrusting. Your head rolls back and your back arches. I nurse your orgasm, and I want to look into your eyes as you lose control. I want to show you I own you…every part of you…as your body convulses…mine unflinching and rigid. I want to show you I will come on my terms, whenever I please. And I lean forward and brace you tightly. This allows me more leverage and I pound into you with greater force. I can smell you now, and I feel your breath against my skin. Your slight utterances are now audible. I maintain my pace and know I can’t listen to you pant like this. I’m about to come and need to growl in your ear to resist. “You dirty little fuck toy - making me want to come so bad.” Speaking has renewed my resolve and I wrap my hand around the back of your neck and fuck you harder. I lift my head over yours and see your eyes are deep, glazed, mouth gaping. I tell you what a dirty girl you are for needing it so hard, so bad…I scold you for wanting my cum deep inside you. I’ll tell you I’ll give it to you when I want. “You think you can…” and you begin to whimper, and I feel the convulsions throughout your body. Fuck. Your eyes roll back in your head and I feel myself slipping beyond the point of no return. Too much. Fuck. I slow for a moment, but you accept my cock in some mystical embrace as our bodies meld in uniform waves. There is no hope. Your eyes squint, your head to the side, as I hold myself deeply inside you, restraining you, using your rolling pussy…allowing it to milk my throbbing cock. Yes, I decide. This is how I like to use you. I hold it there. I keep holding it…convulsion after convulsion…pushing…waiting for your body to finish…to eviscerate me completely. You do. You must. And I allow myself to be emptied. We are there forever in some celestial plane. Finally, convulsions yield to quivers and we are paused in a daze…sedated…sated. I slowly push myself up. Arms rigid beside you. I am still somewhat hard, and remain inside you. You turn your head and I look into your eyes. I like to look at you like this. I like to look at you when I’m inside you.