Naughty Encounter with Petite Delight

--- She was tiny—petite enough that I could palm the back of her neck with one hand, press her down onto the mattress without effort. The weight difference alone had her squirming, thighs clamping together as I loomed over her. "I'm not fragile," she muttered, even as her breath hitched when my fingers found the waistband of her shorts. I yanked them down hard, exposing smooth skin and damp cotton panties already clinging to her pussy. "Could've fooled me," I said, palming her through the fabric. She gasped, back arching, her little body twisting under my grip. The second my fingers slipped under the waistband, she was soaked. No teasing. I dragged two fingers through her slick folds, rubbing tight circles over her clit until her whines turned desperate. "Still not fragile?" I curled my fingers inside her, rewarded by a choked moan. Her hips jerked, but I held her down, watching pleasure wreck her—small, flushed, and completely at my mercy. Good. ---

--- I pulled my fingers free, glistening with her, and hooked my thumb under her panties, dragging them down her thighs. She kicked them off impatiently, legs falling open in silent demand. The head of my cock dragged through her wetness, slicking myself with her before pressing against her entrance. "*Fuck*—" Her gasp was sharp as I pushed in, her tight heat clamping down instantly. She was small, so fucking tight, and I had to grit my teeth not to shove all the way in at once. Instead, I rocked deeper inch by torturous inch, watching her nails dig into the sheets. Her back arched, hips lifting to take more, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. "Don't stop—" Her voice cracked as I bottomed out, my grip on her hip bruising. I didn't plan to.

I pulled out slow, her slick walls gripping me like a vise, then thrust back in hard. A broken moan tore from her throat as her body jolted under me. Fuck, she felt too good—hot and tight and dripping, taking every inch like she was made for it. Her thighs trembled, clamping around my hips as I set a ruthless rhythm, each snap of my hips driving her higher. Her nails raked down my back, biting into skin, and I growled, catching her wrists and pinning them above her head. "Fuck, you’re tight," I rasped, grinding deep, making her whimper. "Gonna make you come just like this." She writhed, panting, her cunt fluttering around me. "Harder—" I obliged.

My grip tightened on her wrists as I drove into her harder, each thrust bottoming out with a wet slap of skin. Her back arched off the bed, a choked cry bursting from her lips as her cunt clenched around me. The heat of her was relentless, her body yielding, greedy, taking every inch without hesitation. I let go of her wrists to grab her hips, hauling her against me as I fucked her deep, my pace unrelenting. The slick sounds of our bodies moving together filled the room, her moans pitching higher with every rough snap of my pelvis. Her legs locked around me, heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper. "Don’t stop—*don’t fucking stop*—" she gasped, nails raking down my chest. I groaned, my cock throbbing inside her, the pressure coiling tight in my gut. "You feel that?" I ground out, dragging my length almost all the way out before slamming back in, making her cry out. "Gonna make you come around me, fucking *ruin* you." Her breath hitched—then broke, her body seizing as her orgasm tore through her. Her cunt clenched, pulsing around me, and I fucked her through it, dragging her pleasure out until she was trembling, gasping, her thighs shaking against my sides. I didn’t let up. Couldn’t. Not when she was this wet, this tight, fucking *perfect*. My thrusts turned brutal, my own release barreling toward me. "Gonna fill you up," I growled, slamming into her one last time—

My hips stuttered, burying myself to the hilt as my cock pulsed inside her. Hot ropes of cum shot deep, coating her walls while she whimpered, oversensitive but still clinging to me, her slick heat milking every last drop. She trembled beneath me, breath ragged. I didn’t pull out—just stayed there, locked together, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as the aftershocks rolled through us both. Her legs slid down, limp, but her fingers traced lazy circles on my lower back. “Jesus,” she breathed, voice wrecked. I smirked, rolling my hips just enough to make her gasp. “Not done with you yet.” Her eyes widened, and I felt her cunt flutter around me—still swollen, still tight. Still fucking *mine*. I leaned down, catching her lips in a filthy kiss, already feeling myself harden again inside her. “Round two,” I muttered against her mouth. “And this time, you’re on top.”