"Please. Please, Vincent. Just c*m. c*m inside me right now," she demanded, slamming her cunt back on his d**k, desperate to pretend she wasn't already all his anyway.
He f****d her through her refusal, through her desperate wails of, "Just my p***y, daddy."
Reality came knocking when he started pounding her with quick jabs.
"Fine. f*****g have it your way then," he said, like a b***h who needed permission.
He knew he didn't.
No one would stop him from f*****g that ass if he really wanted to.
Vincent was many things, but that line he wouldn't cross.
It meant nothing if she didn't want it.
Didn't want him like he wanted her.
Fucking sucker for pain.
The cracks in her heart deepened.
This time, she didn't have to lie.
This time Janet really didn't c*m.
How could she
