KARIMA HEART
By the time I exhaled that last shaky breath, the restraint bit into me, a reminder that I wasn’t in control, not even close. Then he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, teasing, commanding.
“You ready to c*m now?”
The answer slipped out of me without thought, my voice already tired and broken with need.
“Yes… please.”
“Ghost… remember?” His voice sank lower, darker, as if branding the word into me.
“Yes, Ghost!” I moaned, my body trembling, the orgasm clawing inside me, tearing apart the last shred of composure I had.
“That’s it, wildcat. So… you can c*m now.”
His words dragged, smug, deliberately. He didn’t even finish before it hit me, an unrelenting rush that ripped through me. My lids slammed shut, my hips straining against the dildo, pushing harder, faster,
