Being Used roughly

In a passionate moment, I plead to be used,
My request to him, bluntly and crude.
Like a forceful wind, he takes control,
With desire in his eyes, he plays his role.

Legs spread wide, bent over the desk,
Lost in the moment, longing for the rest.
Porn playing silently, just out of sight,
He teases me, making my thoughts take flight.

Every touch, every thrust, screams 'being used',
As he enters me deeply, feeling slightly bruised.
His belt in hand, he warms me up, warming my skin,
Reminding me of his power, and the pleasure within.

Around my waist, the belt is threaded tight,
Yanking me backwards, making me ignite.
With teeth rattling, I clench around him tight,
Lost in the rhythm, pain and pleasure take flight.

My body aches and my legs now shake,
As I long for release, for one more intake.
His command is clear, to get my head down low,
His hips thrust harder, punishing me so.

Moans escape my lips, as pleasure takes hold,
But still, I need him, for my pleasure to unfold.
He growls, asking if I'll stay quiet and still,
With lust burning bright, I'm under his spell.

Trembling and close, I struggle to speak,
The ecstasy builds, reaching its peak.
He recognizes my need, and doesn't halt,
He keeps going, my voice beginning to falter.

In this moment of passion, our bodies entwined,
He continues to fuck me, unrefined.
In the haze of desire, our connection remains,
As he embraces my pleasure, my body he claims.