Where she's usually pliable and willing, this time she makes sure he has to work for it. Makes sure they can both feel him taking what he wants. It's fucking glorious. There's pain, but it's nothing more than she can handle, particularly when he's looking down at her like there's nothing left in him but the snap of his hips and the feeling of her body tight and hot around him.

She's taking in short, sharp gasps of air but she tries desperately to slow her breathing, to relax her body and let the pleasure overtake the pain. It's not that she objects to it hurting -- to him hurting her -- and there are plenty of occasions when she might even enjoy it more this way. But she's nearly as desperate for this fuck as he is and she intends to come as many times as she can before they're done. So she concentrates on the sensations. The spark of nerves and the way he fills her, the way her body stretches to allow him in. It's filthy and hot and the harder he fucks into her the more her cunt aches and she has to touch herself. She's soaking wet as fingers slide through her swollen lips, the pleasure so sharp and immediate that she cries out.