The room was dim, the only light coming from the flickering TV screen casting shadows across the couch. His chest rose and fell steadily, his hands resting lazily on his thighs, unaware of what was coming. I stood in the doorway, watching him, my pulse quickening. He had no idea. I stepped closer, the sound of my heels muffled by the carpet, and his head turned slowly, eyes locking with mine. “Hey,” he said, his voice low, casual. Too casual. “Hey,” I replied, my tone dripping with something darker, something that made his brow furrow. I didn’t give him time to process. In one swift motion, I straddled his lap, my skirt hiking up as I settled over him. His hands instinctively moved to my thighs, but I grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the couch. “What—” he started, confusion flashing across his face, but I cut him off, my lips brushing his ear. “Don’t move,” I whispered, my voice a velvet command. His breath hitched, and I could feel his body tense under me. Perfect. I ground against him, slow and deliberate, the heat between us already electric. His cock twitched under my wetness, and I smirked, knowing he was already under my spell. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice shaky, and I felt a thrill shoot through me. “Uh-uh,” I chided, my tone playful but firm. “You don’t get to talk yet.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and I could see the struggle in his eyes—wanting to fight, wanting to take control, but unable to resist the pull of my dominance. I leaned in again, my lips grazing his ear, and whispered, “You’re mine now.” His hands flexed under my grip, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let out a low groan, the sound vibrating through me, igniting every nerve in my body. “God,” he breathed, and I felt my pussy clench at the raw need in his voice. “That’s it,” I purred, grinding harder against him, feeling him throb under me. “Let me hear you.” Another groan escaped him, deeper this time, and I felt my own breath quicken. His sounds were like a drug, intoxicating and primal, and I couldn’t get enough. I shifted slightly, my hand leaving his wrist to tug at the waistband of his pants. He didn’t protest, his hips lifting to help me slide them down, his cock springing free, hard and desperate. I looked down at him, his chest heaving, his hands now trapped under my knees, completely at my mercy. “So fucking helpless,” I teased, positioning myself over him, my wetness brushing against his cockhead. He let out a strangled moan, his head falling back against the couch, and I grinned, loving the way he was coming undone. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, inch by inch, feeling him stretch me, fill me. His hands clenched into fists under my knees, but he didn’t try to move, didn’t try to take over. “Oh god,” he groaned, the sound desperate, almost pleading, and it sent a wave of heat through me. “That’s it,” I panted, rocking my hips, taking him deeper. “Fucking moan for me.” His body tensed, a low, guttural sound escaping his throat, and I felt my clit pulse with need. I rode him slowly, savoring every inch, every sound, every flicker of desperation in his eyes. “Please,” he rasped, his voice broken, and I felt my insides tighten, the heat building between my thighs. “Say it again,” I demanded, my voice thick, my hips moving faster now. “Please,” he groaned, louder this time, and I felt a shudder run through me. His cock throbbed inside me, and I knew he was close, but I wasn’t ready to let him go yet. I leaned down, my lips brushing his ear, and whispered, “Beg for it.” His breath caught, and for a moment, I thought he might resist. But then, in a voice so raw it made my pussy clench, he said, “Please… I need you.” That was it. The dam broke, my orgasm crashing over me as I rode him harder, his own climax following moments after. His whole body shuddered, his moans filling the room as I felt him pulse inside me. I stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, before I finally leaned back, a satisfied smirk on my lips. “Good boy,” I purred, brushing a hand through his hair. He looked up at me, his eyes still dazed, and mumbled, “You’re going to kill me.” I laughed, low and sultry, and whispered, “Only if you’re lucky.”

The room was dim, the only light coming from the flickering TV screen casting shadows across the couch. His chest rose and fell steadily, his hands resting lazily on his thighs, unaware of what was coming. I stood in the doorway, watching him, my pulse quickening. __He had no idea.__  

I stepped closer, the sound of my heels muffled by the carpet, and his head turned slowly, eyes locking with mine. “Hey,” he said, his voice low, casual. _Too casual._  

“Hey,” I replied, my tone dripping with something darker, something that made his brow furrow. I didn’t give him time to process. In one swift motion, I straddled his lap, my skirt hiking up as I settled over him. His hands instinctively moved to my thighs, but I grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the couch.  

“What—” he started, confusion flashing across his face, but I cut him off, my lips brushing his ear.  

“Don’t move,” I whispered, my voice a velvet command. His breath hitched, and I could feel his body tense under me. _Perfect._  

I ground against him, slow and deliberate, the heat between us already electric. His cock twitched under my wetness, and I smirked, knowing he was already under my spell. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice shaky, and I felt a thrill shoot through me.  

“Uh-uh,” I chided, my tone playful but firm. “You don’t get to talk yet.”  

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and I could see the struggle in his eyes—wanting to fight, wanting to take control, but unable to resist the pull of my dominance. I leaned in again, my lips grazing his ear, and whispered, “You’re mine now.”  

His hands flexed under my grip, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let out a low groan, the sound vibrating through me, igniting every nerve in my body. “God,” he breathed, and I felt my pussy clench at the raw need in his voice.  

“That’s it,” I purred, grinding harder against him, feeling him throb under me. “Let me hear you.”  

Another groan escaped him, deeper this time, and I felt my own breath quicken. His sounds were like a drug, intoxicating and primal, and I couldn’t get enough. I shifted slightly, my hand leaving his wrist to tug at the waistband of his pants. He didn’t protest, his hips lifting to help me slide them down, his cock springing free, hard and desperate.  

I looked down at him, his chest heaving, his hands now trapped under my knees, completely at my mercy. “So fucking helpless,” I teased, positioning myself over him, my wetness brushing against his cockhead.  

He let out a strangled moan, his head falling back against the couch, and I grinned, loving the way he was coming undone. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, inch by inch, feeling him stretch me, fill me. His hands clenched into fists under my knees, but he didn’t try to move, didn’t try to take over.  

“Oh god,” he groaned, the sound desperate, almost pleading, and it sent a wave of heat through me.  

“That’s it,” I panted, rocking my hips, taking him deeper. “Fucking moan for me.”  

His body tensed, a low, guttural sound escaping his throat, and I felt my clit pulse with need. I rode him slowly, savoring every inch, every sound, every flicker of desperation in his eyes.  

“Please,” he rasped, his voice broken, and I felt my insides tighten, the heat building between my thighs.  

“Say it again,” I demanded, my voice thick, my hips moving faster now.  

“Please,” he groaned, louder this time, and I felt a shudder run through me. His cock throbbed inside me, and I knew he was close, but I wasn’t ready to let him go yet.  

I leaned down, my lips brushing his ear, and whispered, “Beg for it.”  

His breath caught, and for a moment, I thought he might resist. But then, in a voice so raw it made my pussy clench, he said, “Please… I need you.”  

__That was it.__ The dam broke, my orgasm crashing over me as I rode him harder, his own climax following moments after. His whole body shuddered, his moans filling the room as I felt him pulse inside me.  

I stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, before I finally leaned back, a satisfied smirk on my lips. “Good boy,” I purred, brushing a hand through his hair.  

He looked up at me, his eyes still dazed, and mumbled, “You’re going to kill me.”  

I laughed, low and sultry, and whispered, “Only if you’re lucky.”

"There’s nothing sluttier than a man moaning—those raw, desperate sounds when he’s getting fucked just wreck me."
-inkKinkx

Am I the only one who cums harder when a man moans while being fucked?

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