Only On Her Knees (5)
“You feel that?” I leaned closer, my hand sliding up to wrap around her throat. “Even if you're sore, you’re still hungry for it.”
Her body tensed against mine.
“You were made for this,” I whispered against her ear. “For me. For my c**k. For every nasty thing I want to do to you.”
She blinked through tears. Her voice was hoarse. “I’m yours.”
“Say it louder.”
Her voice cracked as she obeyed. “I’m yours. I’m your slút. Your toy. Your everything.”
I pulled the dildo out slowly, watching the way her body resisted, as if it didn’t want to let go. Then I shoved my c**k back into her without warning, burying myself deep in one thrust.
Her scream was raw, and her body convulsed around me. She sobbed out my name, her face pressed to the floor as I started to move again
