His hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back. “Say. It.”
I manage to work my tongue enough to push the panties partially aside. “Yours,” I gasp. “I’m f*****g yours.”
The gag goes back in immediately, his rhythm never faltering as he pounds into me. One hand snakes around to circle my c**t, and I nearly collapse from the dual sensation.
“They’re still out there,” he snarls against my ear. “Wondering why the door is locked. Imagining what I’m doing to you.”
The thought pushes me closer to the edge. I’m a heaving, swollen bundle of need, hovering right at the bursting point.
“You like that, hm?” His fingers work faster against my swollen nub. “You like knowing they can hear the table moving. That they know exactly what their pakhan is doing to his beautiful wife.”
I nod frantically
