“Say it.”
“I’m yours. Only yours. No one else can have me.”
“That’s right.” My voice is a rasp, soaked in need. “No one fucking touches what belongs to me.”
Possession settles deep in my blood and bones. My cock pulses, thick and ready to ruin.
I grip her hips and drag the head of my cock through her slit, slick and soaking. Teasing her pussy with the weight of it. Watching her twitch.
“Skin on skin, baby. Nothing between us. You want that?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “I want it. I need it.”
“Good.” I lean in close, breath hot against her ear. “And just so you fucking know—I’m not gentle. And I’m not pulling out.”
I press the head of my cock against her entrance. “You’d better be on something strong, Laurette. Because I’m going to fill this sweet little cunt until you’re dripping with me. You’re getting every drop.”
I sink into her with a groan, burying every inch of my cock inside her hot, tight slit. Fucking soaked. Her body clenches around me. The sound she makes—high, wrecked bliss—punches straight into my spine.
“Look at that,” I growl, hips grinding deeply. “You take me so fucking well. Your tight little cunt was made to be stretched by me.”
My hand wraps around her throat. Not choking—yet. Just enough pressure to remind her who owns the air in her lungs.
Her hips push back into me without hesitation. Needy and shameless. She’s begging without a word.
“Pretty little thing,” I whisper in her ear. “Made to be ruined and begging me to do it.”
I move, each thrust hard and unrelenting. The sound of our bodies colliding is obscene—wet and violent. Her moans dissolve into broken cries as my fingers tighten, making her fight for every breath.
Then I release her throat and slide my grip to her shoulders, locking her in place. Holding her still so I can drive in deeper. Every inch is a claim.
Her pussy grips me, holding on with a fierce, unrelenting heat. Each thrust drags a fresh moan from her lips; each retreat pulls awhimper. I fuck her slowly, savoring it. Every drive is designed to make her savor each second, to break her down one motion at a time.
I watch her pussy stretch around me, glistening and raw in the candlelight, every inch of my cock slick with her arousal. She’s soaked—dripping—and I can see it all. The way her lips part, the way she clenches every time I bottom out, tight and greedy. My shaft shines when I drag it out, coated in her, only to shove it back in, slow and merciless. Her hole grips me like a fucking vice—wet, pulsing, desperate—and every thrust makes her twitch.
Her spine bows, offering herself all over again. Blindfolded and panting, she’s lost in the dark I built around her.
“Such a good girl.”
I pull almost all the way out. Then slam back in.
She screams—sharp, raw, and involuntary.
Again.
Harder.
She shudders with every ruthless thrust, each one a claim. My hips drive forward without mercy, the wet sound of friction and suction filling the room. It’s obscene and rhythmic. Fucking perfect.
My fingers dig into her hips. I hold her still and slam deeper. “You were made for this,” I growl, voice ragged with lust. “Made for me.”
She moans something. It’s shattered and indecipherable. Doesn’t matter. I hear the need in it.
I drive forward hard enough to jolt her entire body. She’s falling apart. I can see it in every tremble and gasp.
The breath before the free fall.
“Don’t hold back. I want all of it. Every moan. Every twitch. Let me hear what I do to you.”
