My one hand strokes along her jaw as the other dips further inside her. Jesus f**k, she’s wet. And notjust from the shower. Already, she’s soaked, trembling.
“You like it, don’t you?” Her teeth grit, but through her swoon, she manages to glare at me. I grip herchin in my hand hard. “Glare all you want, but you’re mine now. Mine.”
As my fingers stroke her p***y harder, a strangled cry rips out of her. “Do you understand?” Hermouth is open, gasping. My fingers fall still. Her p***y spasms, clutching at them.
“Do you understand?” I repeat.
“Yes,” she gasps. “I … Please …”
I plunge my fingers into her again as she sinks onto me, her whole body losing it as she comes.
“Whose are you?” I hiss into her ear.
“Yours,” she sobs. “I’m yours.”
Droplets drill all around us.
