Leaving her gorgeous tits to dip my fingers into her panties, I circle and circle her clit, and then raise my hand to spit on my fingers to get her really wet and ready. I’m too hard to wait, too hard to play around with her. I need inside of her hot fucking body, now.
I smear my saliva and pull her delicate panties to the side and press my hard head at her entrance. I’m seated within her in seconds, fucking up and into her in one swift motion.
I moan out a bit at the sensation of bottoming out inside of her, finding it hard to do anything other than pause to revel in it. I hold us there, speared together, hilt to entrance. Just breathing in the scent of her hair, the soft berries on her skin.
Listening to the air huff out of her nose. She’s half asleep, half lost to the drugs.
She took it without question, because she now knows her purpose. To be soft for me. The fact that she submitted without my hand, without my voice, makes me ache with pride. That pill wasn’t just obedience; it was devotion. She made herself useful to me, exactly how I like her: drugged, pliant, waiting. And I’ll reward her for it, slowly, thoroughly, until she forgets what it ever felt like not to belong to me.
Satisfied with the soft little moan she huffs out at being full to the brim by me, I bring the hand that was toying with her up to her beautiful, pillow-soft, and pink lips.
There’s something in me that wakes up. Fully, violently, when she listens. When she yields, when she looks up at me like I’mthe only thing tethering her to this world, her obedience isn’t a weakness; it’s a gift. It’s proof that she understands who I am and what I need. And when she gives me that, when she follows the rules without hesitation, I feel it in my bones, like purpose, like clarity. I’ve never been proud of anything the way I’m proud of her.
I slide my two middle fingers in her mouth, loving the feeling of the softness of her tongue on my fingertips as I feel her pussy ripple around my cock.
I start thrusting up inside of her, pulling back to only thrust back up halfway so I can rub the ridges of my dick against that spot she likes.
She does this beautiful little magic trick when her G-spot is stroked. If I hit that deep and curved spot just right, she lets out these tiny little squirts.
I know this pussy is capable of a tidal wave of cum, but just feeling those consistent strangling feelings of her walls clamping down and those small rushes of cum, is enough to send me over the edge, and I haven't even been inside of her for five minutes.
I slow my thrusts, just holding her while I pulse inside of her. Loving the choking sound she's making around my fingers that are shoved in her mouth.
“That’s it, darling, you’re doing so good,” I grunt in her ear as I feel her walls flutter around me. She’s so tight that when she comes, I have to hold my breath from how hard she clamps down on me.
“Give me your cum, darling, and then you’ll give it to me again, won't you?” I thrust up and up, rutting into her with each word, “Let me feel you cum all over me, let me feel it.”
Fuck it feels so good. I’m barely getting the words out to talk her through her orgasm.
Drool dribbling down her chin is my favorite. I wish I could put my belt back between her teeth. That was a gorgeous sight.I don’t trust myself to gag her while she’s out like a light. I don’t want my pleasure to kill her; I just want it tohurt.
I smell her hair as I thrust in and out, and it only takes me a few more pulses of her pussy and a dribble of her cum around my cock, and I’m feral.
My hands move to her hips in a bruising grip as I take what I need, barely constraining the intense power I feel having her in my arms.
I fuck her hard, harder than I should.
“I’m sorry, darling, I know it’s rough, but you’re doing so well,” I grunt out as she whimpers quietly. Confused.
I feel her clamp down again, and her cum shoots out in a hot rush and coats my pelvis. God, she’s perfect.
Her wetness makes it almost too slippery to stay inside. I praise her again for being such a well-behaved fuck doll, “doing such a good job coming in your sleep for me, darling.”
“Such,” thrust.
“A good,” thrust.
“Whore,” thrust.
“My whore,” I grunt. “That I’ll take care of,” I pant. “And cherish,” my voice wavers a bit on the last thrust.
Unable to contain myself any longer, I release on a yell. Careful to make sure I pump all of my cum up, and as deep as possible inside of her.
I’ll put a goddamn baby inside this woman just to see the results of being constantly stuffed with my cum. To watch her belly grow round from the deviance I put her body through. While she's tethered to me forever, it would be easier if she were pliant.
The way she looked at me this morning, I know what it means. She’s falling for me. And that sound I let slip when I came? It cracked something open. Something I’ve been fighting like hell to keep buried. I won’t name it. I can’t.
I pull my dick out of her, and a rush of our cum falls out. That will not do.
