Mia
I swallowed and said softly, my voice barely above a whisper, “Please f**k me, James.”
Those words thrilled me. My core burned and tightened with need and anticipation, and my whole body shuddered in a frenzy of heat.
I couldn’t help myself. I repeated, this time a little louder and more confident, “Please, James. Please…fuck me.”
I took a deep breath. Oh God! My body was aching. My p***y pulsed in anticipation of his huge c**k. I was crying, begging to be ravished.
I licked my lips again and said softly, my heart racing, “I want your huge c**k inside me, James. Please f**k me.”
James smiled arrogantly, as if he were pleased with my obedience, with the way I begged him, that I was utterly at his mercy, under his power.
“That’s my girl,” he said tenderly. He kissed me on the fore
