Sable’s POV
I straddle him and sink onto his c**k. His c**k fills me from below and I roll my hips and find an angle that grinds my c**t against his body on every downstroke.
The pleasure builds fast because my body is oversensitive from everything he's already done to me and every movement sends jolts through my swollen p***y.
Riding is different from everything else because I control the depth and the pace.
The realization that I'm choosing to f**k him instead of being f****d rewires something in my head that I'll never undo.
His mouth finds my n****e. He sucks the peak between his lips, tongue circling, and bites gently and the sting makes me gasp and grind harder.
He switches to the other, licking the flat of his tongue across it before closing his teeth and tugging. The pulling
