Tears rolled down her face.
But her p***y clenched tighter.
“Yeah,” I whispered, dragging my thumb across her bottom lip. “You like the way that sounds, don’t you? You like when I talk to you like this. When I use you. When I f**k you while you sleep. When I make you wake up with my c**k already inside you.”
She nodded.
Frantic.
Desperate.
And I kissed her.
Dark.
Deep.
Wet.
The kind of kiss that claimed her all over again.
Then I let her go.
Pinned her wrists.
And started to f**k her again.
“Come for me,” I growled against her neck. “Soak me, slut. Show me how much you like being used.”
“s**t,” I whispered, pulling out and flipping her over with one rough tug. “I can feel it building in you again. Your body’s begging for it.”
She moaned when her back hit the bed.
“Look at
