I start to grind on Nas’s cock slowly at first, taking my time to feel his thickness stretching me out and basking in the sensation. I feel my pussy responding with wetness as he squeezes my throat a little, telling me to go faster like he’s prodding a horse forward, and letting me know I don't have to worry about him finishing too soon. He doesn’t want me to hold back, so I don’t. With his encouragement gripping my neck, I start to ride Nas hard and fast.

He’s choking me. Yes, he’s doing it!

I bounce on top of him with no holds barred, keeping my eyes locked onto his as he squeezes my throat harder without me having to ask. I start to wheeze trying to breathe past his grip, but instead of being afraid, I’m unbelievably turned on by it, and I let it show by giving it everything I’ve got.

Yes! Strangle me. I’d rather die than stop.

“Fuck,” I shriek, surprising myself, and Nas smiles.

“That’s it. Fucking give it to me,” he commands, before slapping me on my cheek.

Oh, fuck. Yes! Do it again. Please do it again. Harder!

I let out a shocked, excited gasp, and somehow find the energy to go harder. My hips rock back and forth so hard I can feel the couch shifting beneath us, but I’m too far gone to stop now. Nas chokes me with one hand, and slaps me with the other, harder this time, and the adrenaline I feel surges so much I think I could come again.

Do it again. Harder and harder. Bruise me.

“Oh, my fucking god,” I yell, as Nas moves his hand from my throat to the back of my head, pulling my hair so I’m forced to look skyward. It hurts. It fucking hurts and I love it. My darkness roars in my head like a lion after a kill. It’s finally being fed with real meat. It feels so good, and I manage to keep up the pace, even as he slaps me again, this one surely making my face red.

“Yeah,” I scream with strained vocal cords, and I know it’s the darkness yelling. It’s finally free to roam, and it is life-changing.

“Don't fucking stop,” Nas bellows, his enthusiasm matching mine as we fuck on my couch like wild animals. Sweat rolls down my neck as I keep going, grinding myself into a violent frenzy as Nas slaps me again and squeezes my throat so hard I can't breathe at all.

Yes! Fucking kill me!