Like I wouldn't hold on anyway. I know how he fucks, I know if I didn't hold on to something he's have my head slamming into the headboard hard enough to possibly almost knock me out.

I can feel him swelling inside me, filling me up, stretching me. It's not a new experience, and it's certainly not one I mind, but it's still exciting when it happens.

He grabs my shoulder and pulls me closer, and my arms strain slightly above my head. Muscles taught, hands holding fast to the headboard.

I groan, and let out a growl to meet his. Not quite as animalistic as his, but damn well close.