Fletcher understood immediately that it wasn’t so much the pain and fear and stress as it was pure welcome. She wanted him inside her, and no longer cared where he entered. She was feeling his c**k, submitting to the power of its intrusion, and the fierce strength of the man who wielded it. He came for the fourth time in a day, hard, like it was the first. It was a savage, wrenching release, but more than that, it was a statement.
“I want you,” he snarled, lunging against her. “I want you to be mine, again.”
Sarah yanked at her bonds, making the nylon creak with strain, and raised her head and cried out as he spurted, urging him on.
“Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, God, YESSSSSS!”
“Tell me you love me,” he groaned, heaving against her.
She answered without hesitation.
“I do, oh, oh, oh God, ye
