Time

While he pulls down the straps of my red lace bra, I reach around the back and unhook it. Two large hands fully cover my breasts, and squeeze hard. That would be the extent of foreplay.
Sometimes lust and desire trumps love and tenderness.
Sometimes you just need it a little rougher.

There's no soft kisses today.
There's no playful fingering today
There's no gentle nipple sucking today

If you only had 5 min...

Start the clock
Teamwork.
Slide the matching red lace thong to the side.
He's sure your wet and ready, but he moves his two fingers upward making some circular motions before putting them inside.
Almost there.
Not wanting to waste time I sit up and grip his dick in my hand. I gave five firm and very quick strokes combined with some strategic deep throating. Already I could taste him, a little pre ejaculate topped off with the spit I just dripped from my mouth onto his tip
Saliva makes for a quick lube when time is critical.

4 minutes
Work.
Everyone's more than ready now. I flopped myself back down and not even 5 seconds later his hard shaft and smooth head found it's way to me and in me. Hard and rough. Perfect.

There's no time to jerk him off
There's no time to eat me out
There's no time to blow him

2 minutes
Priorities.
I knew I could finish him off in half the time. But this was about me.
I needed it to hurt a little.
I needed it deep.
I needed it fast.
I put my knee in his chest to break his rhythm and create enough space to turn over and get to my knees.
Normally I would gladly take a nipple pinch, hair tug, a light choking, or clit playing from behind, but not now.

Looking back at him, I cocked my ass anxiously awaiting the resumption. He slapped me across my round cheeks, spread me and spit in my crack. He's lucky that only took four seconds.
1 minute
Finish.

There's no break.
There's no safe word.
There's no time for a round two.

Holding onto both hips he drilled me so hard my eyes started to water. Bearing down, gripping the sheets for leverage and balance, when his pelvis moved forward my ass pushed back as hard as I could into him.
It sounded like clapping to a beat.
Tick Tock. Focus.
My mouth was so dry, my triceps on fire and my quads were tight. So close.
Breaths getting shorter...moans getting louder, I could feel the inner pressure, the explosion building, peaking....
Times up.

No spooning
No pillow talk
No basquing in the moment
The End.