Just as it began to let up, my limbs turned numb, my breath leaving my lungs like it was never going to return.
And because he could always read my body, his movements slowed, his powerful thrusts softened.
His hand slid down my torso until he reached my n****e, gently brushing it.
“Mmm,” I moaned.
My p***y needed healing, and he was giving it to me, allowing me to find air again.
“I could watch you come all f*****g day.”
His c**k gave me a sharp jab, my back automatically lifting off the bed, and I was shocked that it hadn’t hurt. Rather, I wanted it. Needed it. An urge sprouting completely out of nowhere.
“Over and f*****g over again.”
I shook my head over the pillow. “I don’t know if I can.”
He laughed.
A noise I hadn’t expected.
One that was almost sinister.
“Don’t test me,
