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Ellis, despite being lean in stature, towered over you standing at almost six feet tall, and he loved it. He loved how he could hug you from behind and nestle his chin on your head. He loved how you buried your head into his chest when he hugged you. He loved the way you hopped on your tippy toes when you wanted to kiss him and he didn’t lean down for you.
And he loved how he dwarfed you when he was fucking you in bed. He loved the way his body covered yours when he was taking you from behind on all fours. He loved the way his arms enveloped you on his lap when you bounced up and down on his cock. He loved the way his hand could palm your ass as he held you up and fucked you against the wall.
Which was how he was currently fucking you, holding you up by the waist, your legs wrapped around his torso. He was buried as deep as he could go, which, despite all the times you’ve fucked, still surprised him, seeing his long length disappear fully into your petite pussy. Your eyes were closed, head back, mouth in that perfect little pout you made when he pummeled you. You clung to him tightly around his neck, a hand buried in his dark, wavy locks, and Ellis savored how light you were in his arms, how he could manipulate your tiny body against his cock in the air.
Ellis grunted into your shoulder, huffing with each constricting stroke of your walls along his shaft, his hands gripping your ass in place so he could thrust deeply up. Each breath brought with it the delicious scent of you, intoxicating and hypnotizing. His fingers grasped the soft flesh of your ass, each cheek fitting snugly into each hand. He was trying hard not to focus on the way your legs stayed so tight around him, keeping him buried in to the hilt with only an inch or so to move or the way your pussy clamped down around him in waves or the way his tip tapped your cervix with every tiny pump because he knew that if he did, he would unravel way too soon.
“Ellis,” you moaned – sultry, breathy sighs mixed with throaty cries of pleasure. “Ellis… Hah… Ellis…”
Ellis almost lost his composure at the mere sound of your sweet voice moaning his name, a long aching groan rumbling from deep within his chest. His dark, hooded gaze raked over the heated flush present on your face, sweeping along the hair plastered to your forehead by sweat to the sensual way you bit down on your succulent bottom lip. You looked disheveled and wild, thoroughly loved and possessed by him. Beautiful.
“Ellis.” An erotic little whine. “This is sinful.” A drawn-out, guttural moan. “You’re so… oh, fuck… so bad.”
Ellis agreed, smiling into your skin, the chuckle escaping him hot on your neck. “Maybe I should be punished?”
“Maybe… ngh… after you’re… hah… after you’re done with me.”
The little squeaks coming from you were too much for Ellis to ignore. He consumed your lips in a greedy kiss, desperate to taste you. He was drunk in his carnal desires, absolutely mad for more of you – more of your touch, more of your taste, more of your shallow breaths and throaty moans, more of the heated lust in the way you looked at him. He wanted, no, needed more of you.
“God, Ellis,” you whimpered into his mouth, matching the fervor of his dizzying kisses with a fervor of your own.
Ellis could feel your impending climax building, the grip around his dick growing more vicious and erratic, the delectable noises you were making intensifying with each swelling build.
“I’m close.”
Enraptured by your torrid whisper, Ellis feverishly increased his pace while planting searing kisses to every part of your face.
“Show me how happy you are.”
A passionate, strangled cry left your lips, and as you desperately convulsed around him, Ellis continued pushing into you, giving you something to milk until he too joined in your ecstasy spewing ribbon after ribbon until you were full of him. As you stilled, Ellis drank you in, captivated by the blissful glazed look you were giving him through half-lidded eyes.
God, you were adorable.
Panting into one another, Ellis touched his forehead to yours, carefully holding you securely against his shaking body. He could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest, the way your chest expanded and constricted, your breasts pressing against him with every inhale.
“Happy?” he asked, mustering what little strength remained to will his vocal chords to speak.
“Extremely.”
Ellis melted when you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, though the prospect of preserving you at your happiest filled him with both excitement and dread. He inhaled deeply, but as if sensing his internal conflict, you interrupted him before he could verbalize his thoughts.
“But I think you can make me even happier tomorrow.”
This pleased him. Ellis sighed, partially in relief and partially in euphoric calm. He closed his eyes, resting his chin on the top of your head.
“I’ll make you the happiest you’ve ever been.”