Only On Her Knees (4)
Her arms came up, wrapping around my back.
“I feel numb.” she whispered.
I kissed her temple. “Good. You won’t need to move anyways”
Her body was limp beneath me while her skin was red in places from where I’d slapped her, bit her, marked her.
I slid my hand over her throat, still feeling the throb of my release inside her.
“You’re such a fúcking mess,” I murmured against her ear.
She smiled weakly. “You made me this way.”
I chuckled darkly, “I’m not done making you worse.”
I pulled out of her slowly, watching my cúm spill out and drip between her thighs. I gripped her jaw and made her look down.
“Look what you’re doing to this bed. Filthy little thing.”
She nodded, breath shaky. “I’ll clean it up.”
I slapped her face lightly. “Damn right you will.”
I go
