"Say my name."
"Luca," she breathes.
I'm lost.
My cock is throbbing.
I can't stop.
"You're mine, Elena."
"Yes." Her voice is strained, and I know she's close.
"You're mine," I repeat like a chant.
"Yes, yes." Her voice is a high-pitched whine, and I can feel her pussy tightening around me, pulsing.
I fuck her hard, my hips slamming against her ass, sending her into the pillow over and over.
"I'm gonna come," she gasps.
"You'll come when I tell you," I tell her, and immediately pull out of her.
She cries out, and the sound is so beautiful, so erotic, that it makes my cock throb.
"You're mine," I remind her, the words coming out in a harsh whisper.
"Yes," she breathes.
"Say it," I whisper, leaning over her back. I have a tight grip on her hair, and I'm rubbing my cock against her slit. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours."
"Good girl." In my mind, I whisper, And I'm yours.
I release her hair and lean back, spreading her ass and sliding into her tight, wet pussy.
The feeling of her body accepting me, surrounding me, is so good that I'm afraid I'll come instantly.
I want to make her beg more. I want to hear her pleas. But I'm afraid it's already too much. I don't want to push her more.
That's a lie. I want to push her all the way.
I want to see her on her knees, pleading. Begging to serve me, give her body to me.
Surrender to me.
The sight of her, her body laid out before me, is too much.
I grab her hips and fuck her, hard.
"Oh," she cries.
"Take it," I tell her. "Take it all."
Her pussy is so wet that I slide in and out easily, and the sound of our bodies colliding fills the room.
Elena's moans are loud and unrestrained, and I love the sounds we make as our bodies collide.
