ELENA
My mouth is still stinging from his c**k, and I can’t wait for my p***y to be just as sore. His blue eyes darken at my words, but instead of sliding his c**k into me like I want him to, he kisses his way down my neck while positioning the head of his d**k against my swollen, achy c**t. He slides over my sensitive skin, sparking my whole body to life as he licks and kisses the crook of my neck.
“Please,” I beg, trying my damnedest to force him into me, but he just laughs and keeps on torturing me with the head of his thick c**k and his mouth. He gives my collarbone a soft bite and starts to kiss a line to my tit.
“I do love to hear you beg, pet,” he murmurs against my skin in between soft bites and kisses. “Beg some more.”
My bratty side rears its head, and I clamp my mouth shut,
