The cold question sent a chill down her body. “Master?” She didn’t understand it.
She felt his hand on her. He was sticking his liquid inside her, preparing her with his fingers. While her heart was beating faster, her body was wired… sensitive. Why would that be? She asked herself as his rough finger flexed on the bundle of nerves of her womanhood. A moan escaped her throat; she tried to cut it off, but it escaped anyway.
His hand stilled, and he withdrew it. She felt bereft. The feeling confused her. Why would she feel this way?
She was still pondering it when his body caged her in, and she felt his organ pushing against her. She spread her legs a little wider to take in his enormous body. Pulling back and resting the tip of his phallus at her entrance, he slammed into her with so muc
