“I want to fill you with me. Over… and over… and over again.”
Each word is emphasized by a deeper thrust of his fingers combined with a coaxing rub against something wholly unfamiliarinside me. I don’t know what he’s doing, or what he’s pressing, but he keeps working his fingers inside me over the same spot.
I’m clinging to him for dear life. My toes are curling to the point of almost hurting from the strain.
And I don’t want him to stop.
Demyen’s eyes are boring into mine, his mouth barely an inch away. His breath is ragged, like he’s trying to maintain control ofhimself as much as he’s controlling me.
“There’s my good girl.” It comes out in a whisper, almost like a prayer. “But you were naughty, weren’t you?”
I bite my lip and nod.
“Do you know what naughty girls get?”
My head ba
