Tiptoe Temptation

Two 19yo students, rough sex, passionate. The girl is a bit smaller. She is fucked against the countertop, just a bit too little, so on her toes. She struggles, trembling and twitching as he pounds her. she tries to keep her moans a secret but when she puts her hands on her mouth, he puts her arms behind her back. One arm locking hers and the other passing under her neck like her breath is in her hands. After a mutual climax in which she seems overwhelmed.

--- The dorm kitchen was empty, the only sound the hum of the fridge and the sharp hitch of her breath as he pinned her against the counter. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as he lined himself up. She was just a little too short—toes barely grazing the tile, thighs trembling as she strained to take him. "You gonna keep quiet?" His voice was low, rough against her ear, half-challenge, half-tease. She nodded, biting her lip, but the first thick thrust tore a gasp from her throat. His cock stretched her, filling her deeper than she expected, and her fingers scrambled for purchase on the edge of the counter. When she clapped a hand over her mouth to smother the next moan, he smirked. Strong arms yanked hers behind her back in a ruthless twist, his other hand sliding up to grip her throat. Not choking—just holding, controlling, his thumb pressing just hard enough to remind her of his grip. "None of that," he growled, hips snapping harder, driving her onto her toes with every punishing thrust. She writhed, body caught between pleasure and overload, her whines breaking into desperate little cries. The counter rocked beneath them, dishes rattling as his pace turned brutal. She came first—back arching, cunt clenching around him—but he followed fast, slamming into her one last time with a groan so deep it vibrated through her. Her knees nearly gave out as she slumped forward, panting, his grip the only thing keeping her upright.

His grip on her throat loosened, fingertips trailing down her collarbone as he caught his breath against her shoulder. Her chest heaved, sweat-slick skin pressed against the cool countertop, legs still quivering from the aftershocks. "You good?" His voice was rough but edged with satisfaction, tongue dragging lazily over the bite mark blooming on her neck. She swallowed hard, nodding, but when she shifted, his cock—still half-hard inside her—made her gasp. His fingers tightened on her hip, holding her still as he rolled his hips experimentally, savoring the way she clenched around him. "Fuck," he muttered, dragging his free hand down her spine. "Still so tight." She whimpered as he pulled out, her thighs sticky with the evidence of their mess. He spun her around before she could steady herself, lifting her onto the counter in one swift motion. Dishes clattered as he spread her legs, fingers tracing the flushed, swollen mess between them. "Who said we were done?"

Her eyes widened as his fingers slid through her slick, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her clit. She squirmed, overstimulated, but his grip on her thigh kept her pinned. "Look at you," he murmured, dragging a fingertip lower, teasing her entrance where his cum still leaked out. "Already so fucking wrecked." She gasped when he pressed two fingers back inside, stretching her as she clenched around him. His thumb kept working her clit, relentless, and she arched off the counter with a broken moan. "Shh." His free hand clamped over her mouth again, muffling her cries as he crooked his fingers, finding that spot that made her thighs shake. "You can take it." Her hips jerked, riding his hand as pleasure coiled tight, too much and not enough. He leaned down, biting her collarbone as his fingers fucked her faster, wet sounds filling the kitchen. She came with a sob, back bowing, but he didn’t stop—just slowed his pace, dragging it out until she was shuddering, oversensitive and dizzy. When he finally pulled away, she slumped against the cabinets, breath ragged, legs splayed open. He licked his fingers clean, watching her with dark amusement. "Still think you can keep quiet?"

His fingers tangled in her hair, tightening just enough to make her gasp as he guided her off the counter. The tile was cold under her knees, but she barely registered it—not when his cock was right there, still hard, glistening with her slick and his own mess. "Open," he ordered, thumb tracing her bottom lip before pressing in. She obeyed, tongue darting out to taste him—musky, bitter, undeniable. His groan was low when she took him in deeper, her lips stretching around his girth. He let her set the pace at first, but his patience frayed fast. "None of that teasing shit," he growled, hips snapping forward, fucking her mouth in rough, shallow thrusts. Her throat flexed, struggling to take him, saliva spilling down her chin. His grip in her hair kept her still as he dragged her forward, deeper, until her nose pressed against his skin. "There. That’ll keep you quiet." His voice was thick with satisfaction, watching her eyes water. She gagged, but he didn’t let up—just fucked her throat in steady, relentless strokes, each one punching a wet, choked sound from her. His free hand cupped her jaw, thumb pressing down on her tongue, making sure she took every inch. When he finally pulled out, she gasped for air, but he didn’t give her long. "Clean it up," he muttered, guiding her mouth back to the head, smearing precum across her lips. Her tongue swirled obediently, lapping him up until he cursed and shoved her back against the counter, his cock twitching against her cheek. "Good girl." The praise was rough, edged with hunger. "Now get up. We’re not done yet."

For final, he fucks her in the ass while putting two fingers in her pussy. She clenches and can't stand up anymore as he tell her to say who owns her

He hauled her up by the hips, turning her roughly to face the counter. Her trembling arms barely held her weight as he nudged her legs wider, the head of his cock pressing against her ass with deliberate pressure. "Relax," he murmured, though his voice was anything but gentle. A slick sound filled the air as he coated himself with her arousal, then pressed in—slow, relentless, stealing her breath. She whimpered, back arching as he bottomed out, her body stretched impossibly tight around him. Before she could adjust, his fingers found her dripping pussy, sliding two inside without warning. The dual fullness made her cry out, but he just chuckled, curling his fingers as he started to move. Every thrust dragged against her walls, his cock fucking her ass in deep, punishing strokes while his fingers worked her clit from the inside. Her legs shook, pleasure and overwhelm twisting together until she sagged, barely able to stay upright. "Say it," he growled, biting her shoulder as his pace turned brutal. "Who owns this fucking body?" She sobbed his name, limbs useless as he drove her higher, wrecking her with sensation. His free hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back as his hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt. "Louder." The command left no room for disobedience. She screamed it this time, voice breaking as his fingers found that sweet spot inside her, pushing her over the edge with a force that left her shuddering, her body clamping down on him in helpless surrender. He didn’t stop. Just kept fucking her through it, groaning as her tight heat milked him closer to his own release.