“For you, yes,” she moaned, trying to buck back into me.
“For me?” I asked, my voice filled with pride.
“Always,” she gritted out, finding that I wasn’t allowing her to find any pressure to get closer to the release that she so desperately wanted.
“You are mine,” I growled as I lined myself up to her.
“I think you’re wrong,” she stated, looking over her shoulder at me through her eyelashes.
“Really?” I laughed out darkly. “Why do you think that?”
I teased her clit with my cock. She groaned out in aggravation.
“Because I own you, now,” she said all too sweetly.
“Huh,” I said, lining myself up at her entrance. “You sound pretty sure about that.”
“I’m positive,” she stated.
“We’ll see about that,” I spoke, my voice laced with promises of pleasure that I knew I could no doubt bring her. As the words passed my lips, I pushed into her in one smooth move.
She gasped out, bucking against me as I hit her g-spot.
I love her moans. I loved her sounds.
Ilovedher.
I pounded into her, hard and swift, as she gasped for breath. Her walls clenched my cock as though this would be the last time I’d ever be inside of her.
“I love this,” I grunted out, willing myself to not cum. Not yet.
“So close,” she moaned, dropping her head to the countertop as I continued my assault on her.
I could feel her walls clench around me tighter with each pass of my cock inside of her. Using my thumb, I pressed on her clit, causing her to groan out as she came.
I wondered if I could make her yell my name.
Pulling out of her, I flipped her around easily as if she weighed nothing. Her eyes were half open, her breaths labored.
Sitting her on the counter, I pushed into her again.
“Ugh!” she called out quietly.
“I want to hear you,” I demanded. “I want to hear what I can do to you, Kitten.”
“Zach,” she sighed out.
That wasn’t good enough. I wanted more from her.
Pulling out of her, she whined in the back of her throat at the loss of contact.
Without saying a word, I took a hold of her hand and lead her to the couch. After sitting in the middle, I looked at her, knowing she’d get the idea about what I was going for.
After a moment, she straddled my lap, sinking instantly onto me. Her warmth surrounded me like none other. My hands found purchase on her hips, slightly squeezing them.
“How many times can we make you cum,” I asked her, pushing my hips upwards.
“I don’t know, Sir,” she panted, slowly swirling her hips in a circle.
