Direct contact now.
Raw. Swollen. Nerve-deep pain turned to pleasure.
And he doesn’t stop thrusting.
“I want you to cum crying.”
My scream rips from my throat.
My vision goes white.
Every nerve detonates.
But still—he fucks me.
Rides me through it.
“Good girl.”
“That’s it.”
“Again.”
And I do.
I can’t stop.
Because I’m his now.
Because maybe I always was.
I was supposed to escape.
That was the plan.
Seduce him.
Soften him.
Make him believe I wanted it.
Then run.
But now?
I don’t know where the performance ends.
His cock slams into me again, unforgiving, ruthless. The vibrator’s still pressed to my clit, and I’m still sobbing through orgasms that won’t stop.
My legs don’t work. My throat’s raw from screaming. My body is his.
But my mind?
It’s a war-zone.
His voice curls around my ear, hot and gentle.
“You were always meant for this.”
