Another night with D

At D's, again, making love at 4 o'clock in the morning. This time he's more dominant; he holds me down, pinning my arms as he thrusts into my hot, wet pussy. "You like that, slut?" he asks. "I'm holding you down so you can't move. I want to feel you come on my cock, I want to shoot my cum inside you..." He's mad passionate, humping away, and, as always, it feels so good and I'm so eager, so aroused, and that moment when he stiffens and arches and comes is just the best thing ever and it pushes me over the edge and makes me come again, and we melt together and collapse, and lie there in an absence of space that is the embodiment of being relaxed, and then we roll away from one another a little and reach for the tissues, but before he can use his, I take his cock in my mouth and lick it clean, one of those true slut tricks I have such affection for.
In a little while, I will be asleep, curled with my ass against his side and his arm draped over my hip, feeling so warm and safe and loved.
Yes, I am a slut. And geeze, it's good.